Death Has To Be Waiting At The

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

One Can Be A Patriot, You Know, Without Making One's Wife Join The Breadline.

Listen, My Friend, There Are Two Races Of Beings. The Masses Teeming And Happy - Common Clay, If You Like - Eating, Breeding, Working, Counting Their Pennies; People Who Just Live; Ordinary People; People You Can't Imagine Dead. And Then There Are The Others - The Noble Ones, The Heroes. The Ones You Can Quite Well Imagine Lying Shot, Pale And Tragic; One Minute Triumphant With A Guard Of Honor, And The Next Being Marched Away Between Two Gendarmes

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.