Luck is believing you're lucky.

The name of a person you love is more than language.

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.

The theatre is a place where one has time for the problems of people to whom one would show the door if they came to one's office for a job.