Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

One Cannot Weep For The Entire World, It Is Beyond Human Strength. One Must Choose.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

A Good Actor Must Never Be In Love With Anyone But Himself.

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.