Love between a man and woman is war.

The hood-winked husband shows his anger, and the word jealous is flung in his face. Jealous husband equals betrayed husband. And there are women who look upon jealousy as synonymous with impotence, so that the betrayed husband can only shut his eyes, powerless in the face of such accusations.

I find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something.

Silence hides nothing. Words conceal.

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.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

Society is a madhouse whose wardens are the officials and the police.