I Teach The Art Of Turning Anguish

Eroticism, It May Be Said, Is Assenting To Life Up To The Point Of Death

The Warrior's Nobility Is Like A Prostitute's Smile, The Truth Of Which Is Self-interest.

How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is More Talkative Than I Am!

Life Has Always Taken Place In A Tumult Without Apparent Cohesion, But It Only Finds Its Grandeur And Its Reality In Ecstasy And In Ecstatic Love.

By Inner Experience I Understand That Which One Usually Calls Mystical Experience: The States Of Ecstasy, Of Rapture, At Least Of Meditated Emotion. But I Am Thinking Less Of Confessional Experience, To Which One Has Had To Adhere Up To Now, That Of An Experience Laid Bare, Free Of Ties, Even Of An Origin, Of Any Confession Whatever. This Is Why I Don't Like The Word Mystical.