The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.
If people were meant to be nude, they would have been born this way.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it