All art is quite useless.

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation.

I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.

Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

Only the shallow know themselves.

 The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

There is no sin except stupidity.

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer lease hath all to short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By change or nature’s changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long has man can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this give life to thee.