Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

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.

No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.

History has its truth; and so has legend hers.

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.