No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast But I remain the same, up to the last!

My wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?

It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.

A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!

I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

With no sense of smell, your memories dropped like pennies out of a ripped pocket, until the past was ashes and your parents were blanks: nothing more than the holes in Swiss cheese.

There is no bombast, no similes, flowers, digressions, or unnecessary descriptions. Everything tends directly to the catastrophe.

Because of lack of moral principle, human life becomes worthless. Moral principle, truthfulness, is a key factor. If we lose that, then there is no future.

Rights are not self-evident. They're not unalienable. They are subject to modification just like anything else.

Success in dealing with people depends on sympathetic grasp of the other person's viewpoint.

Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.

Inventions reached their limit long ago, and I see no hope for further development.

When I'm acting, I'm in the director's hands. I'm very happy to be. I like to be focused on what I'm doing.

Its limitations are those of the physical universe: it won't let you play with some really wild ideas that aren't possible, but are fun to speculate about.

Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.