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.

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

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

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

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

You men do not understand the delights of a glance, of a pressure of the hand... but as for me, I swear to you that, when I listen to your voice, I feel such a deep, strange bliss that the most passionate kisses could not take its place.

In simple hearts the feeling for the beauty and grandeur of nature is a hundred-fold stronger and more vivid than in us, ecstatic composers of narratives in words and on paper.