“A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.”

Every harlot was a virgin once

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently invisibly.

Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion

Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.

The weak in courage is strong in cunning.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

Religion began when the first scoundrel met the first fool.

Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.

Don’t fool yourself, my dear. You’re much worse than a bitch. You’re a saint. Which shows why saints are dangerous and undesirable.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste.

Fine clothes may disguise, but silly words will disclose a fool.

A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it

You little fool. You thought you could defeat the most powerful being on Earth.