It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

Know that I've forgotten precisely nothing; but I've driven it all out of my head for a time, even the memories--until I've radically improved my circumstances. Then...then you'll see, I'll rise from the dead!

...it all, maybe, most likely, indeed, might turn out for the best.

Money is coined liberty, and so it is ten times dearer to a man who is deprived of freedom. If money is jingling in his pocket, he is half consoled, even though he cannot spend it.

The greater the stupidity, the greater the clarity. Stupidity is brief and guileless, while wit equivocates and hides. Wit is a scoundrel, while stupidity is honest and sincere.

My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.

I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love.