The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

Indeed I have always been of the opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing to do.

The only thing I cannot resist is temptation.

My great mistake, the fault for which I can’t forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality.

The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction.

Every prison that men build Is built with bricks of shame, And bound with bars lest Christ should see How men their brothers maim.