It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
I am bored in France because everyone resembles Voltaire.
Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom