I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love Its True Habitat.

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

My Wife Was An Opera Singer, You Know. She Bellowed Her Way Through Wagner As A Valkyrie. I Married Her And Made Her Give Up The Theatre, To My Eternal Cost. She Was To Go On Acting For Myself Alone. A Performance At His Own Expense, Lasting For More Than Twenty Years, Tends To Wear Out Your Spectator.

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.