You Perhaps Now Know That Desire Reduces

The Chaos Of The Mind Cannot Constitute A Reply To The Providence Of The Universe. All It Can Be Is An Awakening In The Night, Where All That Can Be Heard Is Anguished Poetry Let Loose.

I Teach The Art Of Turning Anguish Into Delight.

By Inner Experience I Understand That Which One Usually Calls Mystical Experience: The States Of Ecstasy, Of Rapture, At Least Of Meditated Emotion. But I Am Thinking Less Of Confessional Experience, To Which One Has Had To Adhere Up To Now, That Of An Experience Laid Bare, Free Of Ties, Even Of An Origin, Of Any Confession Whatever. This Is Why I Don't Like The Word Mystical.

Not Every Woman Is A Prostitute, But Prostitution Is The Natural Apotheosis Of The Feminine Attitude.

A Man Who Finds Himself Among Others Is Irritated Because He Does Not Know Why He Is Not One Of The Others. In Bed Next To A Girl He Loves, He Forgets That He Does Not Know Why He Is Himself Instead Of The Body He Touches. Without Knowing It, He Suffers From The Mental Darkness That Keeps Him From Screaming That He Himself Is The Girl Who Forgets His Presence While Shuddering In His Arms.