I was an accomplice in my own frustration.
Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.
The trouble is if you don’t spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.
Figaro is a bad play. It stirs up hatred between the classes. In France, it has caused nothing but bitterness. My own dear sister,Antoinette, writes me that she is beginning to be frightened of her own people.
The devil isn't made by what Mommy says or what Daddy says. The devil is there.
I think people nowadays do tend to blame their parents for everything.