The Emotional Element Which Gives An Obsessive

Intellectual Despair Results In Neither Weakness Nor Dreams, But In Violence. It Is Only A Matter Of Knowing How To Give Vent To One's Rage; Whether One Only Wants To Wander Like Madmen Around Prisons, Or Whether One Wants To Overturn Them.

I Enjoyed The Innocence Of Unhappiness And Of Helplessness; Could I Blame Myself For A Sin Which Attracted Me, Which Flooded Me With Pleasure Precisely To The Extent It Brought Me To Despair?

What Causes [fragmentation] If Not A Need To Act That Specializes Us And Limits Us To The Horizon Of A Particular Activity? Even If It Turns Out To Be For The General Interest (which Generally Isn't True), The Activity That Subordinates Each Of Our Aspects To A Specific Result Suppresses Our Being As An Entirety. Whoever Acts Substitutes A Particular End For What He Or She Is, As A Total Being.

It Seems Impossible, In Fact, To Judge The Eye Using Any Word Other Than Seductive, Since Nothing Is More Attractive In The Bodies Of Animals And Men. But Extreme Seductiveness Is Probably At The Boundary Of Horror.

If I Want To Realize Totality In My Consciousness, I Have To Relate Myself To An Immense, Ludicrous, And Painful Convulsion Of All Of Humanity.