A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
A good friend will always stab you in the front.
I don’t want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
I am not young enough to know everything.
Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
The heart was made to be broken.
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.
Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.
I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.