The people who have adored me-- there have not been very many, but there have been some-- have always insisted on living on, long after I had ceased to care for them, or they to care for me.

I drink to separate my body from my soul.

The trouble with the lower classes is that they lack the sense of tragedy given to them by the upper classes.

I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me.

A mask tells us more than a face.