Humanitarianism Is Rude.

To Love Is To Tire Of Being Alone; It Is Therefore A Cowardice, A Betrayal Of Ourselves. (it Is Exceedingly Important That We Not Love.)

I Sometimes Think That I Enjoy Suffering. But The Truth Is I Would Prefer Something Else.

Never Read A Book To The End, Nor Even In Sequence And Without Skipping.

I'm A Man For Whom The Outside World Is An Inner Reality.

Wasting Time Has An Esthetics To It.