I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

Obstinate, headstrong girl!

She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

Popular culture is a place where pity is called compassion, flattery is called love, propaganda is called knowledge, tension is called peace, gossip is called news, and auto-tune is called singing.

Conviction is having the mindset to never doubt your self-understanding

I get a kick out of people saying I was funny.

personally I don't trust literature that soothes people's consciences.

If a person had delivered up your body to some passer-by, you would certainly be angry. And do you feel no shame in delivering up your own mind to any reviler, to be disconcerted and confounded?

My life and my plan wasn't very good, but at least it was my plan. It got to that point that I just couldn't stand it any more.

Just make music; don't talk about politics.

One of my assistants, a British man, says I should find a platform for [cosmetic industry]. Meanwhile I wear make-up.

He, who loves the bristle of bayonets, only sees in their glitter what beforehand he feels in his hand.

We prepare to die by pushing ourselves to love less narrowly. In that sense, readying ourselves for death is really an ever-widening entry into life.