My philosophy is that when I go out of my room, I'm prepared to love everybody I meet, unless they're bad.

I love to be with my son and my grandchildren, like normal people. I have no particular idea of what I represent to other people. It's very mysterious to me. I don't understand it.

I didn't want to be a slave to any passion anymore. I gave up card playing altogether, even bridge and gambling - more or less. It took me a few years to get out of it.

Even ugliness has a beautiful side to it if you're prepared to look.

I used to love a well-arranged room: the furniture, the fabric, the lighting.

He read his mind. He's a strange sort of man, isn't he? It's not just the advice and the wisdom that he has.