We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Trust is won not given.

It seems to me that women are freed from their responsibilities only when they are merry widows or eccentric old spinsters.

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

Be bad, and if you can't be bad be worse.

Indeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.

The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.