“I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.”

“I have gathered a posy of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.”

“I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more…”

“The New Women! I could barely recognize them as being of the same sex as myself…They are satiated by everything, hungry for nothing. They are what I wanted to be; they are what I worked for them to be: and now I see them, I hate them.”

“Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.”

“His explanation for the "signs"
I just hate stupid people. They should have to wear signs that say "I'm Stupid". That way you wouldn't rely on them, and you wouldn't ask them for nothing.”

“There is nothing that's off the table. I have my positions and I'll articulate them. But nothing's off the table.”

“I must have women—there is nothing unbends the mind like them.”

“I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.”

“I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.”