That's What Fame Is: Solitude.

If My Boy Had Perished In A Nazi Compound, I Could Never Have Gone On Living. I Would Have Killed Myself.

One Should Refrain From Contempt For The Baser Specimens Of Humanity, For Whom Liberation Amounts To Shaving The Heads Of Women Who Have Slept With Germans.

I Simply Value Arthur Capel Friendship. And Even So, He Knows Very Little About Me.

In The Act Of Deciding What To Eliminate, You Place Value On What's Left Behind.

A Dress Made Right Should Allow One To Walk, To Dance, Even To Ride Horseback.