Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
Great lovers will always be unhappy, because, for them, love is of supreme importance. Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.
There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.
You've got to understand life, understand it when you're young.
Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.
There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.