Very few [doctors] are men of science in any very serious sense; they're men of technique.

It is a waste of time to dissipate one's moral zeal in disapproving of royal persons who have mistresses.

On the whole, we treat the Devil shamefully, and the worse we treat Him the more He laughs at us.

The pleasures of love are for those who are hopelessly addicted to another living creature.

The result of a single action may spread like the circles that expand when a stone is thrown into a pond, until they touch places and people unguessed at by the person who threw the stone.

Tristan and Isolde were lucky to die when they did. They'd have been sick of all that rubbish in a year.

The love that dare not speak its name has become the love that won't shut up.