All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou are bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us.

Once a king ... it was impossible, without risk of life, to sink to a private station.

...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.

His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.

If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind.

I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.