Until The Day Of His Death No

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.

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

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.