Everything Matters. Nothing's Important.

You're Going To Women? Don't Forget Your Whip!

Invisible Threads Are The Strongest Ties.

Thoughts Are The Shadows Of Our Feelings - Always Darker, Emptier And Simpler.

The Bite Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Watch Them Clamber, These Swift Monkeys! They Clamber Over One Another And Thus Drag One Another Into The Mud And The Depth. They All Want To Get To The Throne: That Is Their Madness — As If Happiness Sat On The Throne. Often, Mud Sits On The Throne — And Often The Throne Also On Mud. Mad They All Appear To Me, Clambering Monkeys And Overardent. Foul Smells Their Idol, The Cold Monster: Foul, They Smell To Me Altogether, These Idolators.