You Perhaps Now Know That Desire Reduces

The Sexual Act Is In Time What The Tiger Is In Space.

The Anguish Of The Neurotic Individual Is The Same As That Of The Saint. The Neurotic, The Saint Are Engaged In The Same Battle. Their Blood Flows From Similar Wounds. But The First One Gasps And The Other One Gives.

The Fact Is, That What De Sade Was Trying To Bring To The Surface Of The Conscious Mind Was Precisely The Thing That Revolted That Mind . . . From The Very First He Set Before The Consciousness Things Which It Could Not Tolerate.

Life Has Always Taken Place In A Tumult Without Apparent Cohesion, But It Only Finds Its Grandeur And Its Reality In Ecstasy And In Ecstatic Love.

The Chaos Of The Mind Cannot Constitute A Reply To The Providence Of The Universe. All It Can Be Is An Awakening In The Night, Where All That Can Be Heard Is Anguished Poetry Let Loose.