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.
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.
Pleased at having proclaimed these useful truths, we sat looking at the ladies in the café.
You know about innards? The trick they play on tramps in the country? They stuff an old wallet with putrid chicken innards. Well, take it from me, a man is just like that, except that he's fatter and hungrier and can move around, and inside there's a dream.
A woman who spends her time worrying about pregnancy is a virtual cripple, she'll never go very far.
Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.
After conscientiously tasting fritters every day for a month Lola had put on two pounds! Her little belt bore witness to the disaster, she found herself obliged to move on to the next notch. She burst into tears.
She was having an attack of knuckleheaded anxiety. Those attacks last a long time.
Ah ! Dostum ! I.nan?n bana, bu dünya asl?nda tamamen insanlarla tas,ak geçmek için yarat?lm?s, koskocaman bir kand?rmacad?r.
That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.
An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That's the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It's dream time.
The best way to make a sort of peace, a fragile armistice to be sure, but precious all the same, with men, officers or not, is to let them bask and wallow in childish self-glorification. There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and formenost vain. The role of admiring doormat is about the only one that one man is glad to tolerate in another. With these soldiers I had no need to tax my imagination.
I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.
The coldest most rational scientific madness is also the most intolerable. But when a man has acquired a certain ability to subsist, even rather scantily, in a certain niche with the help of a few grimaces, he must either keep at it or resign himself to dying the death of a guinea pig. Habits are acquired more quickly than courage, especially the habit of filling one's stomach.
I hadn't found out yet that mankind consists of two very different races, the rich and the poor. It took me ... and plenty of other people . . . twenty years and the war to learn to stick to my class and ask the price of things before touching them, let alone setting my heart on them.
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.
In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it's indispensable.
The nights in Billancourt were soft and sweet, enlivened now and again by those childish airplane or zeppelin alarms which provided the civilian population with thrills and self-justification.
It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.
The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.
Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.
There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.
Love is like liquor, the drunker and more impotent you are, the stronger and smarter you think yourself and the surer you are of your rights.
There's no tyrant like a brain.
Love is the infinite placed within the reach of poodles. I have my dignity!
They came from the four corners of the earth, driven by hunger, plague, tumors, and the cold, and stopped here. They couldn't go any futrther because of the ocean. That's France, that's the French people.
Love...is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite...
We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery...It's not a life.
Nearly all a poor bastard's desires are punishable by jail.
When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.
People avenge themselves for the favors done them.
When men can hate without risk, their stupidity is easily convinced, the motives supply themselves.
A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that's him, our master. Come, kiss me.
Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.
When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.
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 . . .
This instinctive repulsion which tradespeople inspire in men of sensitive feeling is one of the very rare consolations for being so impoverished which are given to those of us who don't sell anything to anybody.
Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.
Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.
The poetry of heroism appeals irresistibly to those who don't go to a war, and even more to those whom the war is making enormously wealthy. It's always so.
If you aren't rich you should always look useful.
Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.
One can't relive one's life. Forgiveness is not what's difficult; one's always too ready to forgive. And it does no good, that's obvious.
To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!
Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's yes, all's well. That is enough.
The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.
Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself.
The novel can't compete with cars, the movies, television, and liquor. A guy who's had a good feed and tanked up on good wine gives his old lady a kiss after supper and his day is over. Finished.
We've no use for intellectuals in this outfit. What we need is chimpanzees. Let me give you a word of advice: never say a word to us about being intelligent. We will think for you, my friend. Don't forget it.
With two thousand years of Christianity behind him... a man can't see a regiment of soldiers march past without going off the deep end. It starts off far too many ideas in his head.
To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.
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