The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

A meeting between two people who complete each other, who are made for each other, borders already, in my opinion, read more

A meeting between two people who complete each other, who are made for each other, borders already, in my opinion, on a miracle.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the read more

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the house of entertainment.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- read more

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything.

If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him read more

If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him down the bridal path.

Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our read more

Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn't test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to read more

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.

There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.