I drink because I wish to multiply my sufferings.

In a way there's only a fine shade of difference between the healthy and the deranged.

If the spirit has passed through a great many sensations, possibly it can no longer be sated with them, but grows more excited, and demands more sensations, and stronger and stronger ones, until at length it falls exhausted.

A widow, the mother of a family, and from her heart she produces chords to which my whole being responds.

To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.

... you can never be sure of what has passed between husband and wife or lover and mistress.

The perpetration of a crime is accompanied by illness!