I Didn't Hang Around Films. I Don't

One Blow In Anger [would] Kill, Probably, A Child From Aged Two To Eight. Those Over Eight Would Take Two Blows To Kill.

In View Of The Fact That I Surround Myself With Numbskulls Now, I Shall Die Among Numbskulls, And On My Deathbed Shall Be Surrounded By Numbskulls Who Will Not Understand What I Am Saying ... Whom Am I Sleeping With These Days ? Franz Kafka.

Life Is A Long Failure Of Understanding ... A Long, Mistaken Shutting Of The Heart.

Honesty, For Me, Is Usually The Worst Policy Imaginable.

Perhaps It Was Freedom Itself That Choked Her.