If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.

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.

I was lying, but I wanted to rouse him. I have an inborn urge to contradict; my whole life has been a mere chain of sad and futile opposition to the dictates of either heart or reason. The presence of an enthusiast makes me as cold as a midwinter's day, and, I believe, frequent association with a listless phlegmatic would make me an impassioned dreamer.

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

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

Women only love those that they don’t know.

O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!