Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.

People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.

But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

Power is given only to him who dares to stoop and take it ... one must have the courage to dare.

I could not become anything; neither good nor bad; neither a scoundrel nor an honest man; neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.

Viper will eat viper, and it would serve them both right!