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

Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.

Nobody knows like a woman how to say things at the same time sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all of woman; this is all of Heaven.

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

If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!

Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.

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.