For thirty years I have never smiled.

There are whole years for which I hope I’ll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.

A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.

He was ignorant of the commonest accomplishments of youth. He could not even lie.

No, by God, he had no intention of going on like a blind man, plodding down a path of brainless, fruitless existence until old age or accident took him. Either he found the answer or he ditched the whole mess, life included.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.

All the images and impressions and countries and continents he'd vised had been erased. What you don't remember never happened.

The man who views the world at fifty the same as he did when he was twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.

Unaware about my surrounding, unconscious I live.

Nor would he recognize hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

Estas cadenas no me parecieron, sin embargo, muy pesadas, en tanto en cuanto, ignorado por el público, viví en la oscuridad.

I never could bring myself to trust a traitor,” the Baron said. “Not even a traitor I created.

have lived a long life and had many troubles, most of which never happened.