And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.

Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

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

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.

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

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.

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.