The Streets Of Vienna Are Paved With

My Request That My Writing Be Read Twice Has Aroused Great Indignation. Unjustly So. After All, I Do Not Ask That They Be Read Once.

Journalists Write Because They Have Nothing To Say, And Have Something To Say Because They Write.

Morality Is A Venereal Disease. Its Primary Stage Is Called Virtue; Its Secondary Stage, Boredom; Its Tertiary Stage, Syphilis.

I Master Only The Language Of Others. Mine Does With Me What It Wants.

My Respect For The Inconsiderable Is Assuming Gigantic Dimensions.