Love Is Desire For Knowledge.

There Is An Art In Taking The Whiplash Of Suffering Full In The Face, An Art You Must Learn. Let Each Single Attack Exhaust Itself; Pain Always Makes Single Attacks, So That Its Bite May Be More Intense, More Concentrated. And You, While Its Fangs Are Implanted And Injecting Their Venom At One Spot, Do Not Forget To Offer It Another Place Where It Can Bite You, And So Relieve The Pain Of The First.

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies. The Fearful Thing About It Is That, Not Knowing What Truth May Be, We Can Still Recognize Lies.

You Wait For Nothing If Not For The Word That Will Burst From The Deep Like A Fruit Among Branches.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.

Suicides Are Timid Murderers. Masochism Instead Of Sadism.