Our Passions Are Ourselves.

Wandering Re-establishes The Original Harmony Which Once Existed Between Man And The Universe.

We Reproach People For Talking About Themselves But It Is The Subject They Treat Best.

God, Conquered, Will Become Satan; Satan, Conquering, Will Become God. May The Fates Spare Me This Terrible Lot; I Love The Hell Which Formed My Genius. I Love The Earth Where I Have Done Some Good, If It Be Possible To Do Any Good In This Fearful World Where Beings Live But By Rapine.

To Die For An Idea Is To Set A Rather High Price Upon Conjecture.

Without Lies Humanity Would Perish Of Despair And Boredom.