What the hell is an oboe?

As a wicked man I am a complete failure. Why, there are lots of people who say I have never really done anything wrong in the whole course of my life. Of course they only say it behind my back.

Sometimes it takes courage to give into temptation.

Art only begins where Imitation ends.

And let me touch those curving claws of yellow ivory; and grasp the tail that like a monstrous asp coils round your heavy velvet paws.

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

The ugly can be beautiful. The pretty, never.