Ideas Are To Objects As Constellations Are

Never Stop Writing Because You Have Run Out Of Ideas.

The Destructive Character Lives From The Feeling, Not That Life Is Worth Living, But That Suicide Is Not Worth The Trouble.

All Disgust Is Originally Disgust At Touching.

It Is Only For Those Without Hope That Hope Is Given.

Living Substance Conquers The Frenzy Of Destruction Only In The Ecstasy Of Procreation.