I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Fills The air around with beauty.