Quote by Maxim Gorky
We kill everybody, my dear. Some with bullets, some with words, an

We kill everybody, my dear. Some with bullets, some with words, and everybody with our deeds. We drive people into their graves, and neither see it nor feel it. – Maxim Gorky

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When work is a pleasure, life is a joy! When work is a duty, life is slavery. – Maxim Gorky

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Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is. – Maxim Gorky

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A good man can be stupid and still be good. But a bad man must have brains. – Maxim Gorky

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When once a certain class of people has been placed by the temporal and spiritual authorities outside the ranks of those whose life has value, then nothing comes more naturally to men than murder. – Simone Weil

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Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder. – Octave Mirbeau

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A murderer is regarded by the conventional world as something almost monstrous, but a murderer to himself is only an ordinary man. It is only if the murderer is a good man that he can be regarded as monstrous. – Graham Greene

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You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. – Vladimir Nabokov

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