Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.
Against the background of this luminous and sparkling stage Bond stood in the sunshine and felt his mission to be incongruous and remote and his dark profession an affront to his fellow actors.
It was the short men that caused all the trouble in the world.
Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.
At gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck.
You only live twice. Once when you are born and once when you look death in the face.