And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.

I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.

The worst vice of the fanatic is his sincerity.

Always be a little unexpected.

I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.

Some things are too important to be taken seriously.