“As soon as I find myself in the presence of a rich man, I cannot help looking upon him as an exceptional and beautiful being, as a sort of marvellous divinity, and, in spite of myself, surmounting my will and my reason, I feel rising, from the depths of my being, toward this rich man, who is very often an imbecile, and sometimes a murderer, something like an incense of admiration. Is it not stupid? And why? Why?” MenFeelsSometimesReasonHelpingBeautifulWealthRichStupidDepthRisingSpiteDivinityAdmirationMurdererExceptionalRich ManMarvellousNot StupidImbecilesIncense Author:Octave Mirbeau
“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
