Art never expresses anything but itself.
I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.
Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.
She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.