Dear and most respected bookcase! I welcome your existence, which has for over one hundred years been devoted to the radiant ideals of goodness and justice.

If ever my life can be of any use to you, come and claim it.

Man has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a creator, only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up, wild life's become extinct, the climate's ruined and the land grows poorer and uglier every day.

When an actor has money he doesn't send letters, he sends telegrams.

He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.

Those who come a hundred or two hundred years after us will despise us for having lived our lives so stupidly and tastelessly. Perhaps they'll find a means to be happy.

I observed that after marriage people cease to be curious.