After debauches and orgies there always follows the moral hangover.

I was discharged from the army for idiocy and officially certified by a special commission as an idiot. I'm an official idiot.

And somewhere from the dim ages of history the truth dawned upon Europe that the morrow would obliterate the plans of today.

Great times call for great men.

Sometimes I notice I'm demented, especially at sunset.

People love to read about sins and errors, but not their own.

As a man, if you're married, your happiness is with her happiness. If she's unhappy, everything's messed up. It's a woman's world for sure.

Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free-wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself

Man does not only sell commodities, he sells himself and feels himself to be a commodity.

It makes you famous, you get money from it, you go on and do the best you can, but it really is dreadful that people don't know your name.

This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.

Honeymoon's overtime to get married.

I think of myself as an actor.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.