I’ll give you my strength if I can have your remission.
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
We were two and had but one heart.
My days are gone a-wandering.
Good talkers are only found in Paris.
I know everything except myself.
My first priority is to my wife, as hers is to me, and to our child.
We cannot be happy until we can love ourselves without egotism and our friends without tyranny.
If you live in America, you don't have to work. You can just drift along in the smiling and nodding racket.
But I won't deprive myself of singing opera as long as my voice follows.