Death Has To Be Waiting

Our Entire Life, With Our Fine Moral Code And Our Precious Freedom, Consists Ultimately In Accepting Ourselves As We Are.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.

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