If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

I think you know that when an American stays away from New York too long something happens to him. Perhaps he becomes a little provincial, a little dead and afraid.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

It is all right you're saying you do not need other people, but there are a lot of people who need you.

Interest in the lives of others, the high evaluation of these lives, what are they but the overflow of the interest a man finds in himself, the value he attributes to his own being?.

Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.