We live in a very tense society. We are pulled apart... and we all need to learn how to pull ourselves together.... I think that at least part of the answer lies in solitude.

When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

We may be living in the twentieth century, in resplendent sophistication. But deep down, most of us find ourselves still in the Stone Age of superstition.

We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.

The old-fashioned idea that the simple piling up of experiences, one on top of another, can make you an artist, is, of course, so much rubbish. If acting were just a matter of experience, then any busy harlot could make Garbo's Camille pale.

When books are opened, we discover that we have wings