Progress, under whose feet the grass mourns and the forest turns into paper from which newspaper plants grow, has subordinated the purpose of life to the means of subsistence and turned us into the nuts and bolts for our tools

The mission of the press is to spread culture while destroying the attention span

He who does without the praise of the crowd will not deny himself an opportunity to be his own adherent

To me all men are equal: there are jackasses everywhere, and I have the same contempt for them all

Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves

Do not learn more than you absolutely need to get through life

Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden

Psychoanalysis is that mental illness for which it regards itself as therapy

No ideas and the ability to express them - that's a journalist

Jealousy is a dog's bark which attracts thieves