A man who has not enough originality to think out a new title for his book will be much less capable of giving it new contents.
There are 80,000 prostitutes in London alone and what are they, if not bloody sacrifices on the altar of monogamy?
That I could clamber to the frozen moon. And draw the ladder after me.
Newspapers are the second hand of history.
Scoundrels are always sociable.
I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.