There Is Always A Philosophy For Lack

What’s True Of All The Evils In The World Is True Of Plague As Well. It Helps Men To Rise Above Themselves.

Thus I Progressed On The Surface Of Life, In The Realm Of Words As It Were, Never In Reality. All Those Books Barely Read, Those Friends Barely Loved, Those Cities Barely Visited, Those Women Barely Possessed! I Went Through The Gestures Out Of Boredom Or Absent-mindedness. Then Came Human Beings; They Wanted To Cling, But There Was Nothing To Cling To, And That Was Unfortunate--for Them. As For Me, I Forgot. I Never Remembered Anything But Myself.

Happiness Implied A Choice, And Within That Choice A Concerted Will, A Lucid Desire.

The Soul Of A Murderer Is Blind

...the Play Of The Toughest And Most Lucid Mind Are At The Same Time Both Lavished Andsquandered.