Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.
When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.
The greatest danger of bombs is in the explosion of stupidity that they provoke.
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.
