She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

Public opinion exists only where there are no ideas.

If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

I never take any notice to what common people say, and I never interfere with what charming people do.

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a fat missionary.

Veni vidi veni iterum! (I came, I saw, I came again!)