A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In

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.

An Unusual Beginning Must Have An Unusual End.

One Should Never Spurn A Penitent Criminal: In His Despair He May Become Twice As Much A Criminal As Before.

O Vanity! You Are The Lever By Means Of Which Archimedes Wished To Lift The Earth!

My Love Had Grown One With My Soul; It Became Darker, But Did Not Go Out