A day without an argument is like an egg without salt.

It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all.

I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.

Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.

Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?

In a secular age, an authentic miracle must purport to be a hoax, in order to gain credit in the world.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.