But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
Elegance is inferior to virtue.
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
A king is always a king - and a woman always a woman: his authority and her sex ever stand between them and rational converse.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
