The first virtue of a young man today - that is, for the next fifty years perhaps, as long as we live in fear, and religion has regained its powers - is to be incapable of enthusiasm and not to have much in the way of brains.
A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.
Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.