The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.
No taste is so acquired as that for someone else's quality of mind.
Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.
We fear something before we hate.
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.