There are two men in me--one lives in the full sense of the word, the other reasons and passes judgment on the first. The first will perhaps take leave of you and the world forever in an hour now; and the second . . . the second?
An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.
I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom.
A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.
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.