Love is a misunderstanding between two fools.
Be yourself, because others are already taken.
The best way to enjoy your job is to imagine yourself without one.
Nowadays, saying what you really think can be a serious error since one risks being misunderstood.
The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.
What the worm was to the corpse, his sins would be to the painted image on the canvas. They would mar its beauty, and eat away its grace. they would defile it, and make it shameful. And yet the thing would still live on. It would be always alive. (Dorian Gray regarding his portrait)