All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.
Anna KareninaI have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves.
Rashomon and Seventeen Other StoriesI accept all people—even the people I find unacceptable.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousThey Were all clad in the same uniform of misery and filth. For all of time, for all of eternity
War Song