Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

Where one should see only what is beautiful, our public looks only for what is true.