While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.
Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.
The greatest danger of bombs is in the explosion of stupidity that they provoke.
When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.
