Everybody in American seems in a rush to catch a train.

Hesitation of any kind is a sign of mental decay in the young, of physical weakness in the old.

True friends stab you in the front.

Better the rule of One, whom all obey, than to let clamorous demagogues betray our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.

Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.

It's either the wallpaper or me. One of us has to go. [These were his dying words.]

No art ever survived censorship; no art ever will.