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.

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

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

Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.

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

Russian ladies, for the most part, cherish only Platonic love, without mingling any thought of matrimony with it; and Platonic love is exceedingly embarrassing.

No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend