In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.

Belonging to oneself--the whole essence of life lies in that.

Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there'll come a time when you'll start asking just for a crust.

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

The temerity to believe in nothing.

I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor's nature.

Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.