Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

I am the only real truth I know.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

Infinity has got to become mine so that I can know which way to turn, so that I can know in what direction something like morning is breaking.

Politics can be relatively fair in the breathing spaces of history; at its critical turning points there is no other rule possible than the old one, that the end justifies the means.

There is something worse than dying, and that is humiliation - at least so it seemed to me.

We have got to make sure that every qualified American in this country who wants to go to college can go to college -- regardless of income.

There is this paradox in pride - it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.

Ill ware is never cheape. [Ill ware is never cheap.]

Overall relations between the North and the South have developed in favor of national reconciliation, unity and reunification.

We cleave to the past too much in Germany. All of our German art is too bogged down in the conventional... I think more highly of a free person who consciously puts convention aside.

The mirror we hold up to the person next to us is one of the most important pictures she will ever see.

Now don't you ever tell a lie just confide in me Would you die 4 me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?