Life is not complex. We are complex. Life is simple, and the simple thing is the right thing.
He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.
Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.
They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.
But what world says that [I'm wicked]? It can only be the next world. This world and I are on excellent terms.