The world, life and human beings are only an illusion, a phantom, a dream image.
Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.
It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.
There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.
When is revolution legal? When it succeeds!
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.