In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Mary RenaultIn all men is evil sleeping; the good man is he who will not awaken it, in himself or in other men.
Mary RenaultIn hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Mary RenaultIn all men is evil sleeping; the good man is he who will not awaken it, in himself or in other men.
Mary Renault