Octave Mirbeau Quotes

But one gets tired of everything, even of abusing a person. Paris abandons its puppets which it raises to the throne as quickly as it does its martyrs whom it hoists on the gibbet; in its perpetual hunger for new playthings, it never gets itself excited overly much before the statues of its heroes or at the sight of the blood of its victims.

I did not know what she suffered from, but I knew that her malady must have been horrible; I knew that from the way she used to embrace me.