Blind Yourself, For I Am Blind.

Buffoons, Buffoons! One Can Play Any Tune On Them!

The Man, The Writer, The Instrument Of The Creation Will Die, But His Creation Does Not Die.

Woe To Him Who Doesn't Know How To Wear His Mask, Be He King Or Pope!

Woman - For Example, Look At Her Case! She Turns Tantalizing Inviting Glances On You. You Seize Her. No Sooner Does She Feel Herself In Your Grasp Than She Closes Her Eyes. It Is A Sign Of Her Mission, The Sign By Which She Says To Man: "blind Yourself, For I Am Blind."

We Ride Through Life On The Beast Within Us. Beat The Animal, But You Can't Make It Think.