A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

Logic ignores the almost, just as the sun ignores the candle.

I see black light (his last words)

I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Let the one fight for his flag, and the other for his ideal, and let them both imagine that they are fighting for the country; the strife will be colossal.

The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young.