How Little Remains Of The Man I

No Task Is A Long One But The Task On Which One Dare Not Start. It Becomes A Nightmare.

I Will Drop Into Your Chest Like A Vegetal Ambrosia. I Will Be The Grain That Regenerates The Cruelly Plowed Furrow. Poetry Will Be Born Of Our Intimate Union. A God We Shall Create Together, And We Shall Soar Heavenward Like Sunbeams, Perfumes, Butterflies, Birds, And All Winged Things.

La Volupte Unique Et Supre" Me De L'amour G|"t Dans La Certitude De Faire Le Mal. The Unique, Supreme Pleasure Of Love Consists In The Certainty Of Doing Evil.

Even If It Were Proven That God Didn't Exist, Religion Would Still Be Saintly And Divine.

Evil Is Done Without Effort, Naturally, It's Destiny; Good Is Always The Product Of Skill.