An Existence Transfigured By Failure.

Each Of Us Must Pay For The Slightest Damage He Inflicts Upon A Universe Created For Indifference And Stagnation, Sooner Or Later, He Will Regret Not Having Left It Intact.

There Is No Limit To Suffering.

Imaginary Pains Are By Far The Most Real We Suffer, Since We Feel A Constant Need For Them And Invent Them Because There Is No Way Of Doing Without Them.

We Derive Our Vitality From Our Store Of Madness.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.