The problem with the common person is that he is so unbearably common!
All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.
The world seemed to me fine because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived.
[on his deathbed in a Paris hotel room] Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.
All love is true, but not all truth ... is love?
Private information is practically the source of every large modern fortune.