I am like a mariner born and bred on board a buccaneer brig whose soul has become so inured to storm and strife that if cast ashore he would weary and languish no matter how alluring the shady groves and how bright the gentle sun.

No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!

Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom.