The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
One should never listen. To listen is a sign of indifference to one's hearers.
What is mind but motion in the intellectual sphere?
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.