“I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.”

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

To learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the others.

It is only the dead who do not return.

Capricious and unfaithful, the king wished to be called Louis the Just and Louis the Chaste. Posterity will find a difficulty in understanding this character, which history explains only by facts and never by reason.

Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.

In love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.

Tell the angel who will watch over your life to pray now and then for a man who, like Satan, believed himself for an instant to be equal to God, but who realized in all humility that supreme power and wisdom are in the hands of God alone.

Here is your final lesson – do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence. God said, “Vengeance is mine.” […] He believes in you.

So much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have some bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts.

You who are in power have only the means that money produces – we who are in expectation, have those which devotion prompts.

In this world, all–men, women, and kings–must live for the present. We can only live for the future for God

It is rare that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.

One’s work may be finished someday, but one’s education never.

Now I’d like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?

God is merciful to all, as he has been to you; he is first a father, then a judge.

I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are easily enchanted, or a life so full of stimulus that you are easily bored.

Texting is addicting. Once you get emotionally involved with constant outside stimulation assaulting your brain, it is hard to stop looking at your machine every two minutes. Without rapid fire words appearing on a screen, you feel bored, not part of the action.

I mean, if I was living to please people, I’d have never been in a band at all. I wouldn’t have anything awesome around. I’d just be bored.

When I was a kid, we sat around the house. If I got bored, I’d have to figure out something to do.

I guess when I’m frightened or in pain or maybe very bored I’ve tried to hold myself together by imposing a narrative order on the experience as it happens.

I still love what I do and I’ve done OK over the years … You’re a long time retired and anyway, I’d get bored.

If I’m away from painting for a week, I get bored.

Never chain your dogs together with sausages. One must accustom one’s self to be bored.