It Is Always By Way Of Pain

The Primary And Most Beautiful Of Nature's Qualities Is Motion, Which Agitates Her At All Times, But This Motion Is Simply A Perpetual Consequence Of Crimes, She Conserves It By Means Of Crimes Only.

Any Punishment That Does Not Correct, That Can Merely Rouse Rebellion In Whoever Has To Endure It, Is A Piece Of Gratuitous Infamy Which Makes Those Who Impose It More Guilty In The Eyes Of Humanity, Good Sense And Reason, Nay A Hundred Times More Guilty Than The Victim On Whom The Punishment Is Inflicted.

I Write What I See, The Endless Procession To The Guillotine. Were All Lined Up, Waiting For The Crunch Of The Blade... The Rivers Of Blood Are Flowing Beneath Our Feet... Ive Been To Hell, Young Man, Youve Only Read About It.

What You Call Disorder Is Nothing Else Than One Of The Laws Of The Order You Comprehend Not And Which You Have Erroneously Named Disorder Because Its Effects, Though Good For Nature, Run Counter To Your Convenience Or Jar Your Opinions.

The Impossibility Of Outraging Nature Is The Greatest Anguish Man Can Know.