Beautiful Things Spoil Nothing.

Sentences Must Stir In A Book Like Leaves In A Forest, Each Distinct From Each Despite Their Resemblance.

Everything Depends On The Value We Give To Things. We Are The Ones Who Make Morality And Virtue. The Cannibal Who Eats His Neighbor Is As Innocent As The Child Who Sucks His Barley-sugar.

Woman Is A Vulgar Animal From Whom Man Has Created An Excessively Beautiful Ideal.

Writing This Book I Am Like A Man Playing The Piano With Lead Balls Attached To His Knuckles.

I Love My Work With A Frenetic And Perverse Love, As An Ascetic Loves The Hair Shirt Which Scratches His Belly.