Quote by: Octave Mirbeau

While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.


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Author Bio


  • NameOctave Mirbeau
  • DescriptionFrench journalist, art critic, travel writer, pamphleteer, novelist, and playwright
  • AliasesMirbeau; Octave Henri Marie Mirbeau
  • BornFebruary 16, 1848
  • DiedFebruary 16, 1917
  • CountryFrance
  • ProfessionPlaywright; Journalist; Writer; Novelist; Essayist
  • WorksThe Diary Of A Chambermaid