Vikram and the Vampire

This is the way of the world; when an affair comes to six ears, it does not remain secret; if a matter is confided to four ears it may escape further hearing

Love is like the drunkard’s cup: delicious is the first drink, palling are the draughts that succeed it, and most distasteful are the dregs

What is life but a restless vision of imaginary pleasures and of real pains, from which the only waking is the terrible day of death?