The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.

What we play is life.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.