Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.

Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

We die only once, and for such a long time.

Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hands makes them obey its laws.

The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.

Beauty without intelligence is like a hook without bait.