Pleasure Only Starts Once The Worm Has

We Did Not Lack Modesty—on The Contrary—but Something Urgently Drove Us To Defy Modesty Together As Immodestly As Possible.

The Anguish Of The Neurotic Individual Is The Same As That Of The Saint. The Neurotic, The Saint Are Engaged In The Same Battle. Their Blood Flows From Similar Wounds. But The First One Gasps And The Other One Gives.

[f]or Academic Men To Be Happy, The Universe Would Have To Take Shape. All Of Philosophy Has No Other Goal: It Is A Matter Of Giving A Frock Coat To What Is, A Mathematical Frock Coat. On The Other Hand, Affirming That The Universe Resembles Nothing And Is Only Formless Amounts To Saying That The Universe Is Something Like A Spider Or Spit.

Eroticism Is The Approval Of Life Unto Death.

You Perhaps Now Know That Desire Reduces Us To Pulp.