In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt,

God Strung Up His Own Son Like A Side Of Veal. I Shudder To Think What He Would Do To Me.

It Is Certainly No Crime To Depict The Bizarre Ideas That Nature Inspires.

Nature Has Not Got Two Voices, You Know, One Of Them Condemning All Day What The Other Commands.

If Nature Denies Eternity To Beings, It Follows That Their Destruction Is One Of Her Laws. Now, Once We Observe That Destruction Is So Useful To Her That She Absolutely Cannot Dispense With It From This Moment Onward The Idea Of Annihilation Which We Attach To Death Ceases To Be Real What We Call The End Of The Living Animal Is No Longer A True Finish, But A Simple Transformation, A Transmutation Of Matter. According To These Irrefutable Principles, Death Is Hence No More Than A Change Of Form, An Imperceptible Passage From One Existence Into Another.

Dread Not Infanticide; The Crime Is Imaginary: We Are Always Mistress Of What We Carry In Our Womb, And We Do No More Harm In Destroying This Kind Of Matter Than In Evacuating Another, By Medicines, When We Feel The Need.