There is nothing easier than lopping off heads and nothing harder than developing ideas.

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

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

Perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then... Well, then I woke up.

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

In such situations, of course, people don't nurse their anger silently, they moan aloud; but these are not frank, straightforward moans, there is a kind of cunning malice in them, and that's the whole point. Those very moans express the sufferer's delectation; if he did not enjoy his moans, he wouldn't be moaning.