In A Republic, That Paradise Of Debility,

The More We Try To Rest Ourselves From Our Egos, The Deeper We Sink Into It.

Only One Endowed With Restless Vitality Is Susceptible To Pessimism. You Become A Pessimist-a Demonic, Elemental, Bestial Pessimist-only When Life Has Been Defeated Many Times In Its Fight Against Depression.

Only One Thing Matters: Learning To Be The Loser.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

The Fear Of Your Own Solitude, Of Its Vast Surface And Its Infinity… Remorse Is The Voice Of Solitude. And What Does This Whispering Voice Say? Everything In Us That Is Not Human Anymore.