Why does one exist? That's not my problem. One does exist. The thing to do is to take no notice but go at it on the run and to keep on going right on until you die.

This has always been a man's world, and none of the reasons that have been offered in explanation have seemed adequate.

People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.

I think that where you go wrong is that you imagine that your reasons for living ought to fall on you, ready-made from heaven, whereas we have to find them for ourselves.

A man of the right doesn't write in the same way as a man of the left, you can see that right away, or a woman of the right or a woman of the left.

Man is a talking animal and he will always let himself be swayed by the power of the word. Machines won't change human nature.

If the unconscious must express itself it will do so through the work that you do consciously or subconsciously, with words, with what you have to say.