It Is Certainly No Crime To Depict

What We Are Doing Here Is Only The Image Of What We Would Like To Do.

If Nature Denies Eternity To Beings, It Follows That Their Destruction Is One Of Her Laws. Now, Once We Observe That Destruction Is So Useful To Her That She Absolutely Cannot Dispense With It From This Moment Onward The Idea Of Annihilation Which We Attach To Death Ceases To Be Real What We Call The End Of The Living Animal Is No Longer A True Finish, But A Simple Transformation, A Transmutation Of Matter. According To These Irrefutable Principles, Death Is Hence No More Than A Change Of Form, An Imperceptible Passage From One Existence Into Another.

It Is Only By Enlarging The Scope Of One’s Tastes And One’s Fantasies, By Sacrificing Everything To Pleasure, That The Unfortunate Individual Called Man, Thrown Despite Himself Into This Sad World, Can Succeed In Gathering A Few Roses Among Life’s Thorns

What Do I See In The God Of That Infamous Sect If Not An Inconsistent And Barbarous Being, Today The Creator Of A World Of Destruction He Repents Of Tomorrow; What Do I See There But A Frail Being Forever Unable To Bring Man To Heel And Force Him To Bend A Knee. This Creature, Although Emanated From Him, Dominates Him, Knows How To Offend Him And Thereby Merit Torments Eternally! What A Weak Fellow, This God!

Certain Souls Seem Hard Because They Are Capable Of Strong Feelings, And They Sometimes Go To Rather Extreme Lengths; Their Apparent Unconcern And Cruelty Are But Ways, Known Only To Themselves, Of Feeling More Strongly Than Others.