For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.

How strange when an illusion dies. It’s as though you’ve lost a child.