Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

Punctuality is the thief of time

I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.

At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.