Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; thus unlamented let me die; steal from the world, and not a stone tell where I lie.

He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.

I like this place, and willingly would waste my time in it.

Everything beautiful has its moment, and then passes away.

Brilliance is born of desperation.

When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there.

Lots of people are willing to die for the person they love, which is a pity, for it is a much grander thing to live for that person.

Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time it loves to complain and not really change because if it does change then it won’t have anything to complain about.