Don't feed the trolls; nothing fuels them so much.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.
What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.
It's either the wallpaper or me. One of us has to go. [These were his dying words.]
Anybody can write a three-volume novel. It merely requires a complete ignorance of both life and literature.