Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.

What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.

Women only love those that they don’t know.

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.

Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.

In people's eyes I readPages of malice and sin.