I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

Don't cry$$$ I'm sorry to have deceived you so much$$$ but that's how life is.

We are in the same tent as the clowns and the freaks — that's show business.

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.

Every anarchist is a baffled dictator.

It is the State which educates its citizens in civic virtue$$$ gives them a consciousness of their mission and welds them into unity.

Most truths are so naked that people feel sorry for them and cover them up$$$ at least a little bit.

Without anxiety and illness$$$ I should have been like a ship without a rudder.

I am not thoughtless but am prepared for anything and as a result can wait patiently for whatever the future holds in store$$$ and I'll be able to endure it.

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer$$$ and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised$$$ let well alone and remember the old Italian proverb: Chi sa pi$$$ meno sa: Who knows most$$$ knows least.