Everyone Has, Inside Himself ... What Shall

All Of Us Are Mad. If It Weren't For The Fact That Every One Of Us Is Slightly Abnormal, There Wouldn't Be Any Point In Giving Each Person A Separate Name.

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

There Is No Forgiveness In Nature.

We Know Well Enough When We're Being Unjust And Despicable. But We Don't Restrain Ourselves Because We Experience A Certain Pleasure, A Primitive Sort Of Satisfaction In Moments Like That.

It's Perfectly Obvious That Somebody's Responsible And Somebody's Innocent. Otherwise It [justice] Makes No Sense At All.