“Words are all we have.”
“Habit is a great deadener.”
“Birth was the death of him.”
“The bastard! He doesn't exist!”
“Make sense who may. I switch off.”
“We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
“We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.”
“Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.”
“What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.”
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”
“There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.”
“To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.”
“We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?”
“Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet.”
“I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.”
“Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.”
“How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.”
“The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.”
“To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.”
“Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.”
“Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.”
“Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.”