Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Common sense is the enemy of Romance :P:P

The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.

Vulgarity is simply the conduct of other people.

I tried to visit Albania but I couldn't find it on the map.

One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.

The weather still continues charming.