I Don't Want People To Love Me.

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

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

To Say Yes, You Have To Sweat And Roll Up Your Sleeves And Plunge Both Hands Into Life Up To The Elbows. It Is Easy To Say No, Even If Saying No Means Death.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.