There is no question of defence. I have always acted in accordance with the dictates of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself.

Exactly! It is absurd - improbable - it cannot be. So I myself have said. And yet, my friend, there it is! One cannot escape from the facts.

The tragedy of life is that people do not change.

That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.

Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.

Is there ever any particular spot where one can put one's finger and say, "It all began that day, at such a time and such a place, with such an incident?