The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering.
Octave MirbeauDesire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual ideal of hell and its horror.
Octave MirbeauNature’s constantly screaming with all its shapes and scents: love each other! Love each other! Do as the flowers. There’s only love.
Octave Mirbeau