He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.

Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.

When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.

It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.

A vice in common can be the ground of a friendship but not a virtue in common. X and Y may be friends because they are both drunkards or womanizers but, if they are both sober and chaste, they are friends for some other reason.

Aside from purely technical analysis, nothing can be said about music, except when it is bad; when it is good, one can only listen and be grateful.