Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

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

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.

That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

Sometimes not seeing things can be a blessing.

I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.