For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?
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.
Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.
We practically always excuse things when we understand them
Women only love those that they don’t know.
One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.