Deliver me from your cold phlegmatic preachers, politicians, friends, lovers and husbands.

He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.

I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, 'Give, give.'

My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.

We have too many high sounding words and too few actions that correspond with them.

The habits of a vigorous mind are born in contending with difficulties.