One must be cunning and wicked in this world.

The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness...

I think that when you remember, remember, remember everything like that, you could go on until you remember what was there before you were in the world.

Spring, love, happiness! Are you not weary of that stupid, meaningless, constantly repeated fraud? Always the same and always a fraud! There is no spring, no sun, no happiness!

It is by those who have suffered that the world has been advanced

Was he he handsome?" she asked with a sly smirk.
"Very. He is still, I think."
"The devil, they say, goes about in finery."
"And if you believe Beelzebub is as cunning as he is attractive, then I think we have found him.