Arguments are extremely vulgar, for everybody in good society holds exactly the same opinions.

God's eternal laws are kind-and break the heart of stone.

It is sweet to dance to violins When love and life are fair: To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes Is delicate and rare: But it is not sweet with nimble feet To dance upon the air!

I am sorry my life is so marred and maimed by extravagance. But I cannot live otherwise. I, at any rate, pay the penalty of suffering.

But whether I become a believer or remain an agnostic, my belief or disbelief must derive its source from within, not from without. I, myself, must create its symbols. The transcendental is that which produces its own form. I will never discover its secret if I do not find it in my own heart; if I do not possess it already I shall never be able to acquire it.

What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.

I drink to separate my body from my soul.