Destruction, Hence, Like Creation, Is One Of

Is It Not Of The Imagination That The Sharpest Pleasures Arise?

Why Do You Complain Of Your Fate When You Could So Easily Change It?

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.

For Mortal Men There Is But One Hell, And That Is The Folly And Wickedness And Spite Of His Fellows; But Once His Life Is Over, There's An End To It: His Annihilation Is Final And Entire, Of Him Nothing Survives.

No Kind Of Sensation Is Keener And More Active Than That Of Pain Its Impressions Are Unmistakable.