There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...

Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.