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

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

I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom.

I love enemies, though not in the Christian way. They amuse me, excite my blood. Being always on one’s guard, catching every glance, the significance of every word, guessing at intentions, frustrating their plots, pretending to be tricked, and suddenly, with a shove, upturning the whole enormous and arduously built edifice of their cunning and schemes—that’s what I call life.

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

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

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