Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.

Have some fun while you wait for the will of heaven.

You think those dogs will not be in heaven! I tell you they will be there long before any of us.

We only have to Believe in our Own Dream.

Charity . . . is the opium of the privileged.

I never cared for fashion much, amusing little seams and witty little pleats: it was the girls I liked.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

Guard yourself against accusations, even if they are false; for the multitude are ignorant of the truth and look only to reputation.

Art is the last thing I'm worried about when I'm writing a song. As far as I'm concerned, art is just short for 'Arthur.'

The magnanimity and sensibility of a lady who faints when she sees a calf being killed: she is so kindhearted that she can't look at blood, but enjoys eating the calf served up with sauce.

The city, no matter how small, is corrupt and unrepentant, while the sun shines brighter in the country, making people more wholesome.