Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am

Love As A Passion—it Is Our European Specialty—must Absolutely Be Of Noble Origin; As Is Well Known, Its Invention Is Due To The Provencal Poet-cavaliers, Those Brilliant, Ingenious Men Of The "gai Saber," To Whom Europe Owes So Much, And Almost Owes Itself.

At The Bottom Of All These Noble Races The Beast Of Prey, The Splendid Blond Beast, Prowling About Avidly In Search Of Spoil And Victory.

Our Destiny Rules Over Us, Even When We Are Not Yet Aware Of It; It Is The Future That Makes Laws For Our Today.

Moralities And Religions Are The Principal Means By Which One Can Make Whatever One Wishes Out Of Man, Provided One Possesses A Superfluity Of Creative Forces And Can Assert One's Will Over Long Periods Of Time In The Form Of Legislation And Customs.

It Is Only Because Man Believes Himself To Be Free, Not Because He Is Free, That He Experiences Remorse And Pricks Of Conscience.