I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.

I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.

The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will bring you happiness again, as long as you live.

What I condemn are our system of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share in society is.

As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?

There is no diplomacy like silence.

Aslan's instructions always work; there are no exceptions.

Even post-WWII, nobody talked about the Holocaust. It wasn't until the '50s that people started talking about it.

As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.

The world is two thirds spaghetti and meatballs, one third syphilitic chancre.

There's nothing like a love song to give you a good laugh.

I believe that I have such a vanilla life.

I applaud the courage of he who accepts each and every one of the laws of a game he did not invent and was not asked if he wanted to play

The person who gossips is a terrorist who drops a bomb, destroys, and they destroy others.

The faster you go, the more students you leave behind. It doesn't matter how much or how fast you teach. The true measure is how much students have learned.