Give Me A Prejudice And I Will

When One Reaches Absolute Power, One Loses Total Contact With Reality.

He Shook My Hand And Said Goodbye With A Sentence That Might Have Been Either Good Advice Or A Threat: "take Good Care Of Yourself.

The Secret Of A Good Old Age Is Simply An Honorable Pact With Solitude.

I Would Not Have Traded The Delights Of My Suffering For Anything In The World.

I Always Had Understood That Dying Of Love Was Mere Poetic License.