Happiness Is Ideal, It Is The Work

The Debility To Which Nature Condemned Women Incontestably Proves That Her Design Is For Man, Who Then More Than Ever Enjoys His Strength, To Exercise It In All The Violent Forms That Suit Him Best, By Means Of Tortures, If He Be So Inclined, Or Worse.

If God Permits Virtue To Be Persecuted On Earth, It Is Not For Us To Question His Intentions. It May Be That His Rewards Are Held Over For Another Life, For Is It Not True As Written In Holy Scripture That The Lord Chastenenth Only The Righteous! And After All, Is Not Virtue It's Own Reward?

The Horror Of Wedlock, The Most Appalling, The Most Loathsome Of All The Bonds Humankind Has Devised For Its Own Discomfort And Degradation.

Every Principle Is A Judgment, Every Judgment The Outcome Of Experience, And Experience Is Only Acquired By The Exercise Of The Senses . . .

I Write What I See, The Endless Procession To The Guillotine. Were All Lined Up, Waiting For The Crunch Of The Blade... The Rivers Of Blood Are Flowing Beneath Our Feet... Ive Been To Hell, Young Man, Youve Only Read About It.