Writers write for fame, wealth, power and the love of women.

Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.

The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is 'What does a woman want?'

In the small matters trust the mind, in the large ones the heart.

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

We are what we are because we have been what we have been.

I prefer the company of animals more than the company of humans. Certainly, a wild animal is cruel. But to be merciless is the privilege of civilized humans.

I love mankind, he said, "but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.

Art – the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised

Light of life.The power of lifeGod is life.

No game designed to be played with the aid of personal servants by right-handed men who can't even bring along their dogs can be entirely good for the soul.

It's when you run away that you're most liable to stumble.

My dad was one of those dads that would make me stop crying by threatening to beat me.

If people feel 4-4-2 is the way forward in international football, they'll have to wait until I'm out of a job.

I can only think of a handful of artists that can make a funny painting or a funny sculpture without it feeling coined in someway.

And Paul hits this chord, and I turn to him and say, 'That's it! Do that again!' In those days we really used to absolutely write like that - both playing into each other's noses.

If the whole of history is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.