Console yourself by remembering that the world doesn't deserve your affection.

Genius is an intellect that has become unfaithful to its destiny.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are its tormented souls.

It is a curious fact that in bad days we can very vividly recall the good time that is now no more; but that in good days, we have only a very cold and imperfect memory of the bad.

To be alone is the fate of all great minds—a fate deplored at times, but still always chosen as the less grievous of two evils.

A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.