August Strindberg

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

That is the thankless position of the father in the family - the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.

Wit in women is apt to have bad consequences; like a sword without a scabbard, it wounds the wearer and provokes assailants.

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.