Necessity knows no rules.

I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.

I've thought of becoming a photographer! To save my talent as a writer.

Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.

I dream, therefore I exist.