Take for yourself what you can, and don’t be ruled by others; to belong to oneself—the whole savour of life lies in that
There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to acknowledge to myself that I was not loved.
Beware of the love of women; beware of that ecstasy, that slow poison.
Know how to will, and you will be free, and will lead.
Oh, sweet emotions, gentle harmony, goodness and peace of the softened heart, melting bliss of the first raptures of love, where are they, where are they?
No! I cannot love people whom I find that I look down on. I need someone who would himself master me, but then, goodness me, I shall never come across anyone like that. I will never fall into anybody's clutches, never, never.