I Don't Want People To Love Me.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.

Have You Noticed That Life, With Murders And Catastrophes And Fabulous Inheritances, Happens Almost Exclusively In Newspapers?

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.