For I love the empress of my soul. I love and I cannot but love. You yourself see the whole of me. I shall fly to her, fall down before her: you were right to walk past me.. farewell and forget your victim, never trouble yourself more!

Oh I've plenty of time, my time is entirely my own.

There is no idea, no fact, which could not be vulgarized and presented in a ludicrous light.

She looked much younger than her age, indeed, which is almost always the case with women who retain serenity of spirit, sensitiveness and pure sincere warmth of heart to old age.

It's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

Existence alone had never been enough for him; he had always wanted more. Perhaps it was only from the force of his desires that he had regarded himself as a man to whom more was permitted than to others.