A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.
I never put off till tomorrow what I can do the day after.
It's either the wallpaper or me. One of us has to go. [These were his dying words.]
When liberty comes with hands dabbled in blood it is hard to shake hands with her.
What is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means?
Fashion: by which what is really fantastic becomes for a moment the universal.