The trouble is that my heart is loath to be without love even for a single hour. ... If you want to keep me forever, then show as much friendship as love, and more than anything else, love me and tell me the truth.

You were in a mood to quarrel. Please inform me once the inclination passes.

I do not love strife, because I have always found that in the end each remains of the same opinion.

Your wits make others witty.

[On Peter III:] He did not have a bad heart; but a weak man usually has not.

If I may venture to be frank I would say about myself that I was every inch a gentleman.

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.