my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

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

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

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

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