You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.

The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

It is no good casting out devils. They belong to us, we must accept them and be at peace with them.

Men live in glad obedience to the masters they believe in, or they live in a frictional opposition to the master they wish to undermine.

I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.