Where large sums of money are concerned, it is advisable to trust nobody.
I learned ... that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?
What good is money if it can't buy happiness?
Time does not dispose of a question - it only presents it anew in a different guise.
When a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.
I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.