Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.
Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!
There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle of genius.
I think I missed my calling. I should have been an interior decorator.
Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.
The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.