A woman who is loved always has success.
Fame always brings loneliness. Success is as ice cold and lonely as the North Pole.
in the big city nobody has time to make friends. The big city is a big solitude.
Perfection bores me, in art, in music; most of all, in people. Luckily, perfection is rare.
Courage comes and goes. Hold on for the next supply.
Curious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own.