Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.

To inspire love is a woman's greatest ambition, believe me. It's the one thing woman care about and there's no woman so proud that she does not rejoice at heart in her conquests.

They [zealots] would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.

Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

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.

Music and dance are all you need.

The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.