Octave Mirbeau Quotes
The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering.
Octave Mirbeau
Quotes to Explore
Well, only Japanese may understand it, but I'm like a goat or something that likes high places.
Tamae Watanabe
Planning a garden, park, building, or city shouldn't be done in an office.
Jack Dangermond
Patriotism has no appeal to us; justice has. Party has no weight with us; principle has. Loyalty is meaningless; it depends on what one is loyal to.
A. Philip Randolph
People know my lyrics; they know the stuff I've written, and it's all about life, love, happiness, and these big euphoric moments. It would always bug me when I'd go to a club, and they're playing some chick on a stripper pole on the monitor behind me. I'm like, 'So that's not what I do - that's the other guy.'
Kaskade
I love going for a swim. Growing up in England, anywhere with a pool seems like the height of glamour to me.
Damian Lewis
I've gotten used to the point where I'm so used to being sweaty! I like to wear less makeup and be tougher!
Maggie Q
The chief difference between horror fans and science fiction fans lies in why they won't walk backwards. A horror fan won't walk backwards because he knows he'll be knifed by a madman. A science fiction fan won't walk backwards because he knows he'll step on the cat.
Aaron Allston
Awaken its powers, and it will respect itself.
Frances Wright
I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.
Robert Frost
We need to be clear when we venerate entrepreneurs what we are venerating. They are not moral leaders. If they were moral leaders, they wouldn't be great businessmen.
Malcolm Gladwell
The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering.
Octave Mirbeau