The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I’ve never been really right in the head.

Living, just by itself – what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom’s the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you’ve got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that’s terribly exciting -or he’ll come along and nibble your brain.

The rich don’t have to kill to eat. They employ people, as they call it. The rich don’t do evil themselves. They pay. People do all they can to please them, and everybody’s happy.

The whole business of your life overwhelms you when you live alone. One’s stupefied by it. To get rid of it you try to daub some of it off on to people who come to see you, and they hate that. To be alone trains one for death.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle’s chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

The mind is satisfied with phrased, but not the body, the body is more fastidious, it wants muscles. A body always tells the truth, that’s why it’s usually depressing and disgusting to look at.

There’s no such thing as intelligent vanity. It’s an instinct. And you’ll never find a man who is not first and foremost vain.

I’d seen too many troubling things to be easy in my mind. I knew too much and not enough. I’d better go out, I said to myself, I’d better go out again.

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn’t get you anywhere.

A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn’t got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.