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.

Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

Happiness comes the way the wind blows.

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

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

There are two men in me--one lives in the full sense of the word, the other reasons and passes judgment on the first. The first will perhaps take leave of you and the world forever in an hour now; and the second . . . the second?