There Will Always Be A Lost Dog

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

Don't Make The Mistake Of Believing It's Enough To Reproduce The Realities Of Life.... The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape, And To Do It By Every Conceivable Artifice.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.

Life Consists Of Nothing More Than The Happiness We Can Get Out Of It.

One Cannot Weep For The Entire World, It Is Beyond Human Strength. One Must Choose.