In this world, all--men, women, and kings--must live for the present. We can only live for the future for God

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!

I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.

...know you not that you are my sun by day, and my star by night? By my faith! I was in deepest darkness till you appeared and illuminated all.

There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.

You are very amiable, no doubt, but you would be charming if you would only depart.

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.