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.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

In people's eyes I readPages of malice and sin.

Women only love those that they don’t know.

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

Women love only those whom they do not know!

We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.