Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...

Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?

Death's brother, sleep.

What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.

...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

[W]hen trying to understand the character of the modern mind, it is impossible to separate the effects of genes and the developmental environment.

The books are the books, and a lot of the stuff is some version of your id or your ego.

I have no problem with the concept of financial riches, but if you need to change the person you are in order to achieve that, I think you're taking too much of a gamble with your personal happiness.

Our purity lies in our originality. Our intuition lies in our innocence.

If I wasn't singing, I'd probably be, probably an accountant.

A modest critique of an age in which an actor is the President, in which fashion models are asked for their opinions, in which getting into a nightclub is seen as a significant human achievement.

I remember I used to come up to my teacher crying because I couldn't read. She would say: 'You can do this. You just don't want to do this.

It's necessary, at some point, to destroy your beauty.

But it is impossible to replace a person one has loved to distraction.

Vegans are murderers, just like everyone else.