Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.

I have made love to ten thousand women.

For 30 years I have tried to make it understood that there are no criminals.

I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.

I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.