Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.

Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

We quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the brim - objects press around us, filling the mind with the throng of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.

All women are rebels.

I don't like compliments, and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.

Every single work of art is the fulfillment of a prophecy; for every work of art is the conversion of an idea into an image.