I know that youre selfish selfish beyond words and I know that you havent the nerve of a rabbit I know youre a liar and a humbug I know that youre utterly contemptible. And the tragic part is--her face was on a sudden distraught with pain--the tragic part is that notwithstanding I love you with all my heart.

One can be very much in love with a woman without wishing to spend the rest of ones life with her.

When a woman loves you shes not satisfied until she possesses your soul. Because shes weak she has a rage for domination and nothing less will satisfy her.

If a man hasnt whats necessary to make a woman love him its his fault not hers.

Oh its always the same she sighed if you want men to behave well to you you must be beastly to them if you treat them decently they make you suffer for it.

I had no illusions about you he said. I knew you were silly and frivolous and empty-headed. But I loved you. I knew that your aims and ideals were vulgar and commonplace. But I loved you. I knew that you were second-rate. But I loved you. Its comic when I think how hard I tried to be amused by the things that amused you and how anxious I was to hide from you that I wasnt ignorant and vulgar and scandal-mongering and stupid. I knew how frightened you were of intelligence and I did everything I could to make you think me as big a fool as the rest of the men you knew. I knew that youd only married me for convenience. I loved you so much I didnt care. Most people as far as I can see when theyre in love with someone and the love isnt returned feel that they have a grievance. They grow angry and bitter. I wasnt like that. I never expected you to love me I didnt see any reason that you should. I never thought myself very lovable. I was thankful to be allowed to love you and I was enraptured when now and then I thought you were pleased with me or when I noticed in your eyes a gleam of good-humored affection. I tried not to bore you with my love I knew I couldnt afford to do that and I was always on the lookout for the first sign that you were impatient with my affection. What most husbands expect as a right I was prepared to receive as a favor.

As lovers the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long but men only at times.

He did not care if she was heartless vicious and vulgar stupid and grasping he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.

How can I be reasonable To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

The great tragedy of life is not that men perish but that they cease to love.