I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.

I have decided, it is fruitless. For I am no longer sure of anything concerning my existance. A philosopher is a dead poet and a dying theologian.

It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.

The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.

I would never rest until I held vengeance and the throne within my hand, and good night sweet prince to anybody who stood between me and these things.

The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.