Pleasure Only Starts Once The Worm Has

Sanity Is The Lot Of Those Who Are Most Obtuse, For Lucidity Destroys One's Equilibrium: It Is Unhealthy To Honestly Endure The Labors Of The Mind Which Incessantly Contradict What They Have Just Established.

The Need To Go Astray, To Be Destroyed, Is An Extremely Private, Distant, Passionate, Turbulent Truth.

Entirety Exists Within Me As Exuberance In Empty Longing In The Desire To Burn With Desire.

The Anguish Of The Neurotic Individual Is The Same As That Of The Saint. The Neurotic, The Saint Are Engaged In The Same Battle. Their Blood Flows From Similar Wounds. But The First One Gasps And The Other One Gives.

It Seems Impossible, In Fact, To Judge The Eye Using Any Word Other Than Seductive, Since Nothing Is More Attractive In The Bodies Of Animals And Men. But Extreme Seductiveness Is Probably At The Boundary Of Horror.