Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.
“What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright… Haven’t you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you’ve had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?”
Gustave Flaubert | Madame Bovary