There are strange friendships: two friends are almost ready to eat each other, they live like that all their lives, and yet they cannot part.

Anger was buried far too early in a young heart, which perhaps contained much good.

Kalbim içimde konuşurken ben susmayı beceremem.

And even though we may be involved with the most important affairs, achieve distinction or fall into some great misfortune- all the same, let us never forget how good we all once felt here, all together, united by such good and kind feelings as made us, too,...perhaps better than we actually are.

No, those people are made differently; the true master, to whom all is permitted, sacks Toulon, makes a slaughterhouse of Paris, forgets an army in Egypt, expends half a million men in a Moscow campaign, and gets off with a pun in Vilno; and when he dies they set up monuments to him—and thus everything is permitted.

Quanto più forte era in me la coscienza del bene e di tutto ciò ch'è "bello e sublime", con tanto più entusiasmo mi lasciavo sprofondare nel mio fango fino a impantanarmici completamente.

Friendship is merely a glorified expression. In reality it is nothing but a reciprocal outpouring of slops.

both touching and somehow repulsive.

Whether one showed you and execution or a little finger, you would extract an equally edifying thought from both of them, and would still be content. That's the way to get on in life.