The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.

Love, friendship, respect, do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.

Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.

He was going to hurt the people he hated, but inside he didn't feel any real sense of satisfaction. He hated them all the more for having made him feel so small, so petty and mean, which was all he felt just then. But it wasn't enough to stop him.

A fiance is neither this nor that: he's left one shore, but not yet reached the other.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.