Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.

No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man Who Forgets An Old Friend

Evil Spawns Evil. The First Experience Of Torture Gives An Understanding Of The Pleasure In Tormenting Others.

I Was Lying, But I Wanted To Rouse Him. I Have An Inborn Urge To Contradict; My Whole Life Has Been A Mere Chain Of Sad And Futile Opposition To The Dictates Of Either Heart Or Reason. The Presence Of An Enthusiast Makes Me As Cold As A Midwinter's Day, And, I Believe, Frequent Association With A Listless Phlegmatic Would Make Me An Impassioned Dreamer.

I Was Born, So That The Whole World Could Be A Spectatorof My Triumph Or My Doom.

What Of It? If I Die, I Die. It Will Be No Great Loss To The World, And I Am Thoroughly Bored With Life. I Am Like A Man Yawning At A Ball; The Only Reason He Does Not Go Home To Bed Is That His Carriage Has Not Arrived Yet.