Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy.

People should be beautiful in every way - in their faces, in the way they dress, in their thoughts, and in their innermost selves.

Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.

I've noticed that people who get married cease to be curious.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

I swear fearfully at the conventions of the stage.

Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let's have a philosophical conversation.