I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
Friendship can only exist between persons with similar interests and points of view. Man and woman by the conventions of society are born with different interests and different points of view.
Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.
People are constantly clamoring for the joy of life. As for me, I find the joy of life in the hard and cruel battle of life to learn something is a joy to me.
I dream, therefore I exist.
Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural in it, for nature demands personal progress, evolution, and every backward step means wasted energy.
