We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.

Women only love those that they don’t know.

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.

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

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

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