Only The Present Counts.

Optimism Approves Of Everything, Submits To Everything, Believes Everything; It Is The Virtue Above All Of The Taxpayer.

[t]he Cradle Is Shallower Than The Grave.

To You A Pious Young Girl Who Goes To Mass And Communion, Seems Pretty Silly And Childish; You Take Us For Innocents... Well, Let Me Tell You, Sometimes We Know More About Evil Than People Who Have Only Learned To Offend God.

God! How Is It That We Fail To Recognize That The Mask Of Pleasure, Stripped Of All Hypocrisy, Is That Of Anguish?

[p]ride Has No Intrinsic Substance, Being No More Than The Name Given To The Soul Devouring Itself. When That Loathsome Perversion Of Love Has Borne Its Fruit, It Has Another, More Meaningful And Weightier Name. We Call It Hatred.