My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose.

The latest refinements of science are linked with the cruelties of the Stone Age.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Roumania.

I hate the giving of the hand unless the whole man accompanies it.

She had lost the art of conversation but not, unfortunately, the power of speech.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

Guido – it’s time. – Doc Hudson