I Have All The Defects Of Other

On Creating — What We Crave, What We Want To See In Others Eyes, Is That Servile Expression, An Unconcealed Infatuation With Our Gestures.

Wherever We Go, We Come Up Against The Human, A Repulsive Ubiquity Before Which We Fall Into Stupor And Revolt, A Perplexity On Fire.

Once You See That Everything Is Unreal, You Can't See Why You Should Bother To Prove It.

Mind, Even More Deadly To Empires Than To Individuals, Erodes Them, Compromises Their Solidity.

I Have Decided Not To Oppose Anyone Ever Again, Since I Have Noticed That I Always End By Resembling My Latest Enemy.