Terror made me cruel.

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.