No difference exists between American and European manners. A proletarian from Chicago can be just as Philistine as an English duke.

Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

Direct interference in a person's life does not enter our scope of activity, nor, on the other, tralatitiously speaking, hand, is his destiny a chain of predeterminate links: some 'future' events may be linked to others, O.K., but all are chimeric, and every cause-and-effect sequence is always a hit-and-miss affair, even if the lunette has actually closed around your neck, and the cretinous crowd holds its breath.

A good laugh is the best pesticide.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.