What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise

Some things are more precious because they don't last long.

But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.

I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.

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

It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.

Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.