Octave Mirbeau Quotes

While All Is New, All Is Beautiful. That Is A Well-known Song. Yes, And The Next Day The Air Changes Into Another One Equally Well Known.

Murder Is Born Of Love, And Love Attains The Greatest Intensity In Murder.

Great Ladies ... Are Like The Best Sauces -- It Is Better Not To Know How They Are Made.

Come Now, Don't Make Such A Funeral Face. It Isn't Dying That's Sad; It's Living When You're Not Happy.

There Is A Diabolical Streak In Me, A Troublesome And Inexplicable Perversity.

Why, Flowers Are Violent, Cruel, Terrible And Splendid... Like Love!

Nothing Comes At All -- Never Anything. And I Cannot Accustom Myself To That. It Is This Monotony, This Absolute Fixity In Life, That Is The Hardest Thing For Me To Endure. I Should Like To Go Away From Here. Go Away? But Where And How? I Do Not Know, And I Stay.

Woman Possesses The Cosmic Force Of An Element, An Invincible Force Of Destruction, Like Nature's. She Is, In Herself Alone, All Nature! Being The Matrix Of Life, She Is By That Very Fact The Matrix Of Death - Since It Is From Death That Life Is Perpetually Reborn, And Since To Annihilate Death Would Be To Kill Life At Its Only Fertile Source.

To Take Something From A Person And Keep It For Oneself: That Is Robbery. To Take Something From One Person And Then Turn It Over To Another In Exchange For As Much Money As You Can Get: That Is Business. Robbery Is So Much More Stupid, Since It Is Satisfied With A Single, Frequently Dangerous Profit; Whereas In Business It Can Be Doubled Without Danger.

Wherever He Goes, Whatever He Does, He Will Always See That Word: Murder—immortally Inscribed Upon The Pediment Of That Vast Slaughterhouse—humanity.

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?

Desire Can Attain The Darkest Human Terror And Give An Actual Ideal Of Hell And Its Horror.