The salesman knows nothing of what he is selling save that he is charging a great deal too much for it.

Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons.

History is a lie commonly agreed upon.

It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.

It is only through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; Through Art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.

Those whom the gods love grow young.