By The Care She Lavishes On Her

Pleasure Only Starts Once The Worm Has Got Into The Fruit; To Become Delightful, Happiness Must Be Tainted With Poison.

Realism Gives Me The Impression Of A Mistake. Violence Alone Escapes The Feeling Of Poverty Of Those Realistic Experiences. Only Death And Desire Have The Force That Oppresses, That Takes One's Breath Away. Only The Extremism Of Desire And Death Enable One To Attain The Truth.

The Difficulty That Contestation Must Be Done In The Name Of An Authority Is Resolved This: I Contest In The Name Of Contestation What Experience Itself Is.

Sanity Is The Lot Of Those Who Are Most Obtuse, For Lucidity Destroys One's Equilibrium: It Is Unhealthy To Honestly Endure The Labors Of The Mind Which Incessantly Contradict What They Have Just Established.

The Great Monuments Are Raised Up Like Dams, Pitting The Logic Of Majesty And Authority Against All The Shady Elements: It Is In The Form Of Cathedrals And Palaces That Church And State Speak And Impose Silence On The Multitudes.