There is but one way of rejecting To-morrow, and that is to die.

If nature calls itself Providence, society should call itself foresight.

Listen to them—the children of the night; what music they make! The wolves are not to me as they are to other men. To them the night is freedom and food; to me it is kinship and home, and I have learned to love their voices as a man loves his own blood.

Terror made me cruel.

I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body… I have undergone sharp discipline, which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr. Lockwood.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.