The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made...
The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.
The world is made by the singer for the dreamer.
Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals...
There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from one's fe...
There is a fatality about good resolutions – that they are always made too late
There is no mode of action, no form of emotion, that we do not share with the lower animals. It is only by language that we rise above them, or above each other - by language, which is the parent, and...
Those who have much are often greedy; those who have little often share.
To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
To get into the best society, nowadays, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people - that is all!
We know not whether laws be right Or whether laws be wrong All we know who lie in gaol Is that the walls are strong And each day is like a year A year whose days are long.
Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious...
When good Americans die, they go to ParisWhere do bad Americans go?They stay in America
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?
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