But here's the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we'd lose them.

The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.

From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.