When I am dead, I hope it may be said: 'His sins were scarlet, But his books were read'.

Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties, And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.

To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; Wine, privilege of the completel…

That I grow sour, who only lack delight; That I descend to sneer, who only grieve; That from my depth I should condemn your height, That with my blame my mocke…

Now, I think that I should have known that he was magic all along. I did know it - but I should have guessed that it would be too much to ask to grow old with …

I'm the most translated writer in the world, behind Lenin, Tolstoy, Gorki and Jules Verne. And they're all dead...

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.