Let's pretend that we're human beings and that we're actually alive.

In London, love and scandal are considered the best sweeteners of tea.

And even in the hatred of the majority, there's a kind of triumph because I know that, although they'd never admit it, they secretly respect me.

Don't be afraid of being emotional. You won't die of it.

Here we are, we're alone in the universe, there's no God, it just seems that it all began by something as simple as sunlight striking on a piece of rock. And here we are. We've only got ourselves. Somehow, we've just got to make a go of it. We've only ourselves.

It is not true that drink changes a man's character. It may reveal it more clearly.

That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?