There's no sin but stupidity.

And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.

She had a passion for secrecy, but she herself was merely a Sphinx without a secret.

All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.

I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.

A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.

Youth is the only thing worth having.