I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

Who Can Attain To Anything Great If He Does Not Feel In Himself The Force And Will To Inflict Great Pain?

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!

The Love Of Indulgence Is Rooted In The Depths Of A Man's Heart. His Soul Would Prefer To Share The Excessive And Unrestrained; But His Soul Cannot Love.

Deception, Flattering, Lying, Deluding, Talking Behind The Back, Putting Up A False Front, Living In Borrowed Splendor, Wearing A Mask, Hiding Behind Convention, Playing A Role For Others And For Oneself -- In Short, A Continuous Fluttering Around The Solitary Flame Of Vanity -- Is So Much The Rule And The Law Among Men That There Is Almost Nothing Which Is Less Comprehensible Than How An Honest And Pure Drive For Truth Could Have Arisen Among Them.

There Are Two Things A Real Man Likes - Danger And Play; And He Likes Woman Because She Is The Most Dangerous Of Play Things.