I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished.

The only thing I cannot resist is temptation.

I can resist anything but the temptation to make a clever witticism.

If one plays good music, people don't listen and if one plays bad music people don't talk.

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

It is a very dangerous thing to know one’s friends.