Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.

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

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

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.