"Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself." - William Somerset Maugham

He knew that all things human are transitory and therefore that it must cease one day or another. He looked forward to that day with eager longing. Love was like a parasite in his heart, nourishing a hateful existence on his life's blood; it absorbed his existence so intensely that he could take pleasure in nothing else.

I'm beginning to think it's very hard to know what to believe in this world.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.