Nature Has Endowed Each Of Us With

Are Wars Anything But The Means Whereby A Nation Is Nourished, Whereby It Is Strengthened, Whereby It Is Buttressed?

Lust's Passion Will Be Served; It Demands, It Militates, It Tyrannizes.

You Say That My Way Of Thinking Cannot Be Tolerated? What Of It? The Man Who Alters His Way Of Thinking To Suit Othere Is A Fool. My Way Of Thinking Is The Result Of My Reflections. It Is Part Of My Inner Being,the Way I Am Made. I Do Not Contradict Them, And Would Not Even If I Wished To. For My System, Which You Disapprove Of Is Also My Greatest Comfort In Life, The Source Of All My Happiness -it Means More To Me Than My Life Itself.

How Delightful Are The Pleasures Of The Imagination! In Those Delectable Moments, The Whole World Is Ours; Not A Single Creature Resists Us, We Devastate The World, We Repopulate It With New Objects Which, In Turn, We Immolate. The Means To Every Crime Is Ours, And We Employ Them All, We Multiply The Horror A Hundredfold.

It Is Certainly No Crime To Depict The Bizarre Ideas That Nature Inspires.