People are discontent; men are troubled; and the literature is excellent.

We owe to the Middle Ages the two worst inventions of humanity - romantic love and gunpowder.

Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

The first recipe for happiness is: avoid too lengthy meditation on the past.

We can talk frankly about our defects only to those who recognise our qualities.

An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.

A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.

A marriage without conflicts is almost as inconceivable as a nation without crises.

We appreciate frankness from those who like us. Frankness from others is called insolence.

Conversation would be vastly improved by the constant use of four simple words: I do not know.

A successful marriage is an edifice that must be rebuilt every day.

Make good use of bad rubbish.

I feel like a drunken man who doesn't have a drink.

I have no clue what a 'hottie' is. To think of myself in those terms is absurd.

I still write music, and I still have sessions, and I still record, but I have no plans.

I don't particularly like babies. I don't mind them for about four minutes. That's my max. After that I can't quite see what everyone's fussing about.

[Gardening] is a means by which you can attain many valuable hours of solitude without being thought unsociable.

It is the duty of every good officer to obey any orders given him by his commander-in-chief.

A man can do his best only by confidently seeking (and perpetually missing) an unattainable perfection.

It may be that vice, depravity, and crime are nearly always, or even perhaps always, in their essence, attempts to eat beauty, to eat what we should only look at.

Give me a fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself.