The Essence Of Morality Is A Questioning

Sacrifice Is Nothing Other Than The Production Of Sacred Things.

Eroticism, It May Be Said, Is Assenting To Life Up To The Point Of Death

Sanity Is The Lot Of Those Who Are Most Obtuse, For Lucidity Destroys One's Equilibrium: It Is Unhealthy To Honestly Endure The Labors Of The Mind Which Incessantly Contradict What They Have Just Established.

Realism Gives Me The Impression Of A Mistake. Violence Alone Escapes The Feeling Of Poverty Of Those Realistic Experiences. Only Death And Desire Have The Force That Oppresses, That Takes One's Breath Away. Only The Extremism Of Desire And Death Enable One To Attain The Truth.

I Don't Want Your Love Unless You Know I Am Repulsive,and Love Me Even As You Know It.