The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.

Money is like water in a leaky bucket: no sooner there, it begins to drip.

Natural beauty is essentially temporary and sad, hence the impression of obscene mockery which artificial flowers give us.

We are most alive when we're in love.

There is this quality, in things, of the right way seeming wrong at first.

Sex is like money; only too much is enough.

Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.