There Is A Kind Of Pleasure Which

Chimerical And Empty Being, Your Name Alone Has Caused More Blood To Flow On The Face Of The Earth Than Any Political War Ever Will. Return To The Nothingness From Which The Mad Hope And Ridiculous Fright Of Men Dared Call You Forth To Their Misfortune. You Only Appeared As A Torment For The Human Race. What Crimes Would Have Been Spared The World, If They Had Choked The First Imbecile Who Thought Of Speaking Of You.

Variety, Multiplicity Are The Two Most Powerful Vehicles Of Lust.

Humane Sentiments Are Baseless, Mad, And Improper; They Are Incredibly Feeble; Never Do They Withstand The Gainsaying Passions, Never Do They Resist Bare Necessity.

There Is A Kind Of Pleasure Which Comes From Sacrilege Or The Profanation Of The Objects Offered Us For Worship.

'til The Infallibility Of Human Judgements Shall Have Been Proved To Me, I Shall Demand The Abolition Of The Penalty Of Death.