Art... is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life. - William Somerset Maugham

There is only one way to win hearts and that is to make oneself like unto those of whom one would be loved.

Aren't you missing a lot of fun? You know, one's young for such a little while.

... self-sacrifice is a passion so overwhelming that beside it even lust and hunger are trifling. It whirls its victim to destruction in the highest affirmation of his personality. The object doesn't matter; it may be worthwhile or it may be worthless. No wine is so intoxicating, no love so shattering, no vice so compelling. When he sacrifices himself man for a moment is greater than God, for how can God, infinite and omnipotent, sacrifice himself? At best he can only sacrifice his only begotten son.