Hope Is A Risk That Must Be

Lust Is A Mysterious Wound In The Side Of Humanity; Or Rather, At The Very Source Of Its Life! To Confound This Lust In Man With That Desire Which Unites The Sexes Is Like Confusing A Tumor With The Very Organ Which It Devours, A Tumor Whose Very Deformity Horribly Reproduces The Shape.

But I Shall Give Less Thought To The Future, I Shall Work In The Present. I Feel Such Work Is Within My Power. For I Only Succeed In Small Things, And When I Am Tried By Anxiety, I Am Bound To Say It Is The Small Joys That Release Me.

Truth Is Meant To Save You First, And The Comfort Comes Afterwards.

Hell, Madame, Is To Love No Longer.

Our Rages, Daughters Of Despair, Creep And Squirm Like Worms. Prayer Is The Only Form Of Revolt Which Remains Upright.