Some people are like an open grave:
You give it the thing you love most
And then get nothing in return.

Good men's actions are natural
While a scoundrel's charity
Is carefully planned to please.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

The world holds two classes of men: intelligent men without religion, and religious men without intelligence.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Death and parting are the same.