“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 d...”
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Octave Mirbeau (February 16, 1848 in Trévières, Calvados - February 16, 1917) was a French journalist, art critic, travel writer, pamphleteer, novelist, and playwright, who achieved celebrity in Europe and great success among the public, while still appealing to the literary and artistic avant-garde. His work has been translated into thirty languages.
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“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 d...”
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“Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.”
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“The greatest danger of bombs is in the explosion of stupidity that they provoke.”
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“When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.”
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