Despair lames most people, but it wakes others fully up.

I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

He who has never hoped can never despair.

If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed; For nothing canst thou to damnation add Greater than that.

But, O thou tyrant, Do not repent these things, for they are heavier Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee To nothing but despair.

Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.