My Language Is The Common Prostitute That

Sound Opinions Are Valueless. What Matters Is Who Holds Them.

A Child Learns To Discard His Ideals, Whereas A Grown-up Never Wears Out His Short Pants.

I Have Drawn From The Well Of Language Many A Thought Which I Do Not Have And Which I Could Not Put Into Words.

Art Is Something That Is So Perfectly Clear That No One Comprehends It.

Newspapers Have Roughly The Same Relationship To Life As Fortune-tellers To Metaphysics.