I do not wish to lose my temper because very shortly I will lose my head. Nevertheless, upon leaving this spark of earthly existence, I have this to say: I shall see you all very soon ... very soon.

I'm an old sinner. Nothing shocks me.

I'm an old weed. The more I'm cut down, the more I spring up again.

The roses you lifted to your lips ... lucky roses!

I hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins.

The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly!