Evil thenceforth became my good.

To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death.

Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life.

If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends.

I see by your eagerness, and the wonder and hope which your eyes express, my friend, that you expect to be in formed of the secret with which I am acquainted. That cannot be.

Everything must have a beginning ... and that beginning must be linked to something that went before.

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.