Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.
I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom.
Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.
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.
We practically always excuse things when we understand them
Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.