Everything Is There: The Love Of Art.

I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not Feel That I Am Their Fellow At All

One Can Be The Master Of What One Does, But Never Of What One Feels.

Stupidity Is An Immovable Object: You Can't Try To Attack It Wiithout Being Broken By It.

I Will Cover You With Love When Next I See You, With Caresses, With Ecstasy. I Want To Gorge You With All The Joys Of The Flesh, So That You Faint And Die. I Want You To Be Amazed By Me, And To Confess To Yourself That You Had Never Even Dreamed Of Such Transports.... When You Are Old, I Want You To Recall Those Few Hours, I Want Your Dry Bones To Quiver With Joy When You Think Of Them.

Isn’t ‘not To Be Bored’ One Of The Principal Goals Of Life?