What remains is solitude.

Gentleman. A man who buys two of the same morning paper from the doorman of his favorite nightclub when he leaves with his girl.

Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.

It is my private life which no one knows anything about, nor ever will. It needs more than half my time if it is to be a success.

I never ever took my career seriously.

The air and the sky seem to have been freshly washed and polished, and the people too.

...it gives you the impression that every day is Sunday.