Juliet singles out Romeo. Desdemona claims Othello. They have no doubts, the young, no fear, no pride.

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea.

How often have I not heard a perfectly intelligent female says, in the tone of one clinching an argument, 'Edgar says -- ' And all the time you are perfectly aware that Edgar is a perfect fool.

lawyers never go to law, do they? They know better.

It's what's in *yourself* that makes you happy or unhappy.

The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.

I think, myself, that one's memories represent those moments which, insignificant as they may seem, nevertheless represent the inner self and oneself as most really oneself.