Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.

Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends.

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

...chance may do anything.

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

It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young. The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn't help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky.

God is the pain of the fear of death