And then he again uneasily saw, as he had latterly seen with more and more frequency, the scorn of Nature for man’s finer emotions, and her lack of interest in his aspirations.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

People go on marrying because they can't resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month's pleasure with a life's discomfort.

You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.

Always wanting another man than your own.

You don't talk quite like a girl who has had no advantages.

Then if children make so much trouble, why do people have 'em?

I think that whenever children be born that are not wanted they should be killed directly, before their souls come to 'em, and not allowed to grow big and walk about!

The purpose of a chronicler of moods and deeds does not require him to express his personal views upon the grave controversy above given.

An average woman is in this superior to an average man—that she never instigates, only responds.

Like enthusiasts in general, he made no inquiries into details of procedure.

The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education.

May you find love, joy and hope at Christmas and every day of your life.

Life is pitifully mediocre without passion. Never let anyone take your passion away from you.

So whatever it is you want, need or desire or just like to have, you better try to get it now, 'cause this is the only time there is.

I needed to see, needed to know, needed a whole lot more.

My measures will not be crippled by any bureaucracy. Here I don't have to worry about Justice; my mission is only to destroy and to exterminate; nothing more.

Had he expected me to hump her leg?

Radio... force-feeds us music... everywhere and all the time... sewage-water music in which music is dying.

The willow turns his back on inclement weather. And if he can do it, we can do it.

You’re like a gift,” he said, his voice rough. “All wrapped up for someone else. A man can’t look at you, but think of loosing those bows, one by one.