I have nothing to make me miserable," she said, getting calmer; "but can you understand that everything has become hateful, loathsome, coarse to me, and I myself most of all? You can't imagine what loathsome thoughts I have about everything." "Why, whatever loathsome thoughts can you have?" asked Dolly, smiling. "The most utterly loathsome and coarse; I can't tell you. It's not unhappiness, or low spirits, but much worse. As though everything that was good in me was all hidden away, and nothing was left but the most loathsome.

Historians are like deaf people who go on answering questions that no one has asked them.

One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees.

The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity.

It is possible to live only as long as life intoxicates us; once we are sober we cannot help seeing that it is all a delusion, a stupid delusion.

From the self-confidence with which he spoke no one could tell whether what he said was very clever or very stupid.

With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better.