[b]August Strindberg
Life is not so idiotically mathematical that only the big eat the small; it is just as common for a bee to kill a lion or at least to drive it mad.[/b]
Besides, eventually, the meek shall inherit the earth.
There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.
And some can even tell them apart.
It’s wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven’t the true faith.
Maybe, but it is certainly the most common.
I dream, therefore I exist.
Just not anymore.
We are already in Hell. It is the earth itself that is Hell, the prison constructed for us by an intelligence superior to our own, in which I could not take a step without injuring the happiness of others, and in which my fellow creatures could not enjoy their own happiness without causing me pain.
Well, since capitalism anyway.
Love between a man and woman is war.
And not just between the Roses.