Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?

Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!