Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.

We're like so many puppets hung on the wall, waiting for someone to come and move us or make us talk.

Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.

Pretending is a virtue. If you cant pretend, you can't be king.

It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!

There is someone who is living my life. And I know nothing about him.

Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.