It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I’m not.