No One Asks Public Men To Be

... We Do Not Remember People As They Were. What We Remember Is The Effect They Had On Us Then, But We Remember It Through An Emotion Charged With All That Has Since Happened To Us.

I Am Never Happier Than When I Am Alone In A Foreign City; It Is As If I Had Become Invisible.

Speaking The Truth, Once You Have Started It, Is Too Exhilarating To Draw Back.

To Grow Old Is To Have Taken Away, One By One, All Gifts Of Life, The Food And Wine, The Music And The Company. ... The Gods Unloose, One By One, The Mortal Fingers That Cling To The Edge Of The Table.

... The Truth Is Exactly That Which Can't Be Got Into Words. We Are Forced To Lie, A Little Or, If We Are Inferior, Much.