A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

A man does not mind being blamed for his faults, and being punished for them, and he patiently suffers much for them; but he becomes impatient if he is required to give them up.

The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.

Here too it’s masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind. I grasped a lovely masked procession, And caught things from a horror show… I’d gladly settle for a false impression, If it would last a little longer, though.

He who does not stretch himself according to the coverlet finds his feet uncovered.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

The best pleasures of this world are not quite true.