Humanity Is Outraged In Me And With

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

No Human Creature Can Give Orders To Love.

I Love Everything That Makes Up A Milieu, The Rolling Of The Carriages And The Noise Of The Workmen In Paris, The Cries Of A Thousand Birds In The Country, The Movement Of The Ships On The Waters. I Love Also Absolute, Profound Silence, And, In Short, I Love Everything That Is Around Me, No Matter Where I Am.

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.

The Mind Has No Sex.