Faith Makes Blessed. Consequently It Lies.

Where There Is Happiness, There Is Found Pleasure In Nonsense. The Transformation Of Experience Into Its Opposite, Of The Suitable Into The Unsuitable, The Obligatory Into The Optional (but In Such A Manner That This Process Produces No Injury And Is Only Imagined In Jest), Is A Pleasure.

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live, Except By Going Under, For They Are Those Who Cross Over.

The Vanity Of Others Runs Counter To Our Taste Only When It Runs Counter To Our Vanity.

The Bite Of Conscience, Like The Bite Of A Dog Into A Stone, Is A Stupidity.

Certitude Drives People Mad.