Don't be afraid to say what you are not afraid to think
The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he's written it.
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
Before the Second World War I believed in the perfectibility of social man; that a correct structure of society would produce goodwill; and that therefore you could remove all social ills by a reorganisation of society. . . . . but after the war I did not because I was unable to. I had discovered what one man could do to another. . . I must say that anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head. . .
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
Flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee.
Where there is a choice of two evils, most men take both.
I worked three and then six hours a day in my studio with strict discipline and emotion. I obtained awards usually granted to other foreigners during the end-of-year admission tests.
Except I think it feels more like an empty stomach than a broken heart. An aching hollowness that food can't cure. You know. You've felt it yourself, I bet. You hurt all the time, you're restless, you can't think straight, you sort of wish you were dead but what you really want is for everything to be the same as it was when you were still with her. . or him