The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and incessant desire to injure some living being, it matters not who.

Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.

Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.

Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.

All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.

So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened.

One believes others will do what he will do to himself.