Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.
My greatness does not extend to this shelf.
Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority.
Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.
Die, very good, but do not make others die. Suicides like the one which is about to take place here are sublime, but suicide is restricted, and does not allow of extension; and so soon as it affects your neighbors, suicide becomes murder.
It is only barbarous nations who have a sudden growth after a victory