God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.
Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write.