From an early age I knew very strongly the lust to kill.

Very unfortunately, she had no husband. She had never had a husband, and therefore did not kill a husband.

Time is the best killer.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

When the fact doesn't meet the theory then let go the theory.

You travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing ... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.