“While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.” MenWellsDoeRealSoulEyeEvilBornMinutesUnderstoodMy SoulHer EyesHonorableFoulOdorHonorable Man Book:Torture Garden Source: Torture Garden
“Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.” BornAnd LoveMurderIntensity Author:Octave Mirbeau
