To Choose Not To Choose Is Still

Words Are Loaded Pistols.

A Man Who Is Free Is Like A Mangy Sheep In A Herd. He Will Contaminate My Entire Kingdom And Ruin My Work.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

The World Would Get Along Very Well Without Literature. It Would Get Along Even Better Without Man.

Therefore, In The Nature Of This Will For Freedom, Which Freedom Itself Implies, I May Pass Judgement On Those Who Seek To Hide From Themselves The Complete Arbitrariness And The Complete Freedom Of Their Existence.