The Life Of Great Geniuses Is Nothing

I Was Born To Love - But None Of You Wanted To Believe It, And That Misunderstanding Was Crucial In Forming My Character. It's True That Nature Was Strangely Inconsistent In Giving Me A Warm Heart, But Also A Face That Was Like A Stone Mask And A Tongue That Was Heavy And Slow. She Refused Me What She Bestowed Freely On Even The Most Loutish Of My Fellow Men. . . . People Judged My Inner Character By My Outer Covering, And Like A Sterile Fruit, I Withered Under The Rough Husk I Couldn't Slough Off.

We Must Have A Passion In Life.

You, Stupid One, Who Believe In Laws Which Punish Murder By Murder...

Ah! That Senate Is A World Of Ice And Darkness! It Votes The Destruction Of Peoples As The Simplest And Wisest Thing; For Its Members Themselves Are Moribund.

The Masses Are Still Ungrateful Or Ignorant. They Prefer Murder, Poisonings, And Crimes Generally To A Literature Possessed Of Style And Feeling.