Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
Oh, how I vainly wished to the bearded man in the sky that I was Neapolitan. Why? So I could bring in a fine Neapolitan pest control to help with Queensberry's problem before it gets out of hand.
In a very ugly and sensible age, the arts borrow, not from life, but from each other.
The universe is God. I am God so that means I am the universe.
The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.
My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.