The last person who ever crossed me is dead under my bed!!!
You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.
Even before I met you I was far from indifferent to you.
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul alone are shameful.
Irony is wasted on the stupid