Young, gifted, and destitute.
Show me a person who hasn´t known any sorrow and I´ll show you a superficial.
For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .
It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.
Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.
How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term? can't I apply for a-pardon?