And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as I: for he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.
How clever are you, my dear! You never mean a single word you say!
I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being good all the time. That would be hypocrisy.
For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.
How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.
There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.