The world has become uglier since it began to look into a mirror every day; so let us settle for the mirror image and do without an inspection of the original.
The immorality of men triumphs over the amorality of women.
Squeeze human nature into the straitjacket of criminal justice and crime will appear.
Truth is a clumsy servant that breaks the dishes while washing them.
He who sleeps half a day has won half a life.
Life is an effort that deserves a better cause.
One can translate an editorial but not a poem. For one can go across the border naked but not without one’s skin; for, unlike clothes, one cannot get a new skin.
Scandal begins when the police put a stop to it.
An illusion of depth often occurs if a blockhead is a muddlehead at the same time.
Nationalism is the love which ties me to the blockheads of my country, to the insultors of my way of life, and to the desecrators of my language.
The difference between psychiatrists and other mentally disturbed people is something like the relationship between concave and convex madness.
Matrimony is the union of meanness and martyrdom.
Immortality is the only thing which doesn’t tolerate being postponed.
No ideas and the ability to express them – that’s a journalist.
Democracy divides people into workers and loafers. It makes no provision for those who have no time to work.
Children play soldier. That makes sense. But why do soldiers play children?
It is the style of idealism to console itself for the loss of something old with the ability to gape at something new.
When I don’t make any progress, it is because I have bumped into the wall of language. Then I draw back with a bloody head. And would like to go on.
A fine world in which man reproaches woman with fulfilling his heart’s desire!
The esthete stands in the same relation to beauty as the pornographer stands to love, and the politician stands to life.