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

Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.

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

Anyone who has chanced like me to roam through desolate mountains and studied at length their fantastic shapes and drunk the invigorating air of their valleys can understand why I wish to describe and depict these magic scenes for others.

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

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

I was lying, but I wanted to rouse him. I have an inborn urge to contradict; my whole life has been a mere chain of sad and futile opposition to the dictates of either heart or reason. The presence of an enthusiast makes me as cold as a midwinter's day, and, I believe, frequent association with a listless phlegmatic would make me an impassioned dreamer.