Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

Whoever Thought That He Had Understood Something Of Me Had Merely Construed Something Out Of Me, After His Own Image.

Inexperienced Girls Flatter Themselves With The Notion That It Is In Their Power To Make A Man Happy.

He Who Fights With Monsters Might Take Care Lest He Thereby Become A Monster. Is Not Life A Hundred Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?

The Living Is A Species Of The Dead; And Not A Very Attractive One.

And We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once. And We Should Call Every Truth False Which Was Not Accompanied By At Least One Laugh.