Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.
I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.
That is the mission of art - to make us pause and look at a thing a second time.
I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance
A passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young.
If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.