My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

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

Women only love those that they don’t know.

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

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?

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.