And If I Were A Naughty Little

Never Lose Sight Of The Fact That All Human Felicity Lies In Man's Imagination, And That He Cannot Think To Attain It Unless He Heeds All His Caprices. The Most Fortunate Of Persons Is He Who Has The Most Means To Satisfy His Vagaries.

We Monsters Are Necessary To Nature Also.

It Has, Moreover, Been Proven That Horror, Nastiness, And The Frightful Are What Give Pleasure When One Fornicates. Beauty Is A Simple Thing; Ugliness Is The Exceptional Thing. And Fiery Imaginations, No Doubt, Always Prefer The Extraordinary Thing To The Simple Thing.

Wolves Which Batten Upon Lambs, Lambs Consumed By Wolves, The Strong Who Immolate The Weak, The Weak Victims Of The Strong: There You Have Nature, There You Have Her Intentions, There You Have Her Scheme: A Perpetual Action And Reaction, A Host Of Vices, A Host Of Virtues, In One Word, A Perfect Equilibrium Resulting From The Equality Of Good And Evil On Earth.

Is It Not A Strange Blindness On Our Part To Teach Publicly The Techniques Of Warfare And To Reward With Medals Those Who Prove To Be The Most Adroit Killers?