Evil Comes Up Softly Like A Flower.

My Soul Travels On The Smell Of Perfume Like The Souls Of Other Men On Music.

Torture, As The Art Of Discovering The Truth, Is Barbaric Nonsense; It Is The Application Of A Material Means To A Spiritual End.

Eternal Superiority Of The Dandy. What Is The Dandy?

To Be A Great Man And A Saint To Oneself, That's The Only Important Thing.

How Little Remains Of The Man I Once Was, Save The Memory Of Him! But Remembering Is Only A New Form Of Suffering.