I Hate Victims Who Respect Their Executioners.

I Am Alone In The Midst Of These Happy, Reasonable Voices. All These Creatures Spend Their Time Explaining, Realizing Happily That They Agree With Each Other. In Heaven's Name, Why Is It So Important To Think The Same Things All Together.

I Have No Need For Good Souls: An Accomplice Is What I Wanted.

This Is The Basis For The Joy Of Love When There Is Joy; We Feel That Our Existence Is Justified.

Everything Comes To Us From Others. To Be Is To Belong To Someone.

Everything That Exists Is Born For No Reason, Carries On Living Through Weakness, And Dies By Accident