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Eroticism Cannot Be Entirely Revealed Without Poetry.

The Chaos Of The Mind Cannot Constitute A Reply To The Providence Of The Universe. All It Can Be Is An Awakening In The Night, Where All That Can Be Heard Is Anguished Poetry Let Loose.

I Remain In Intolerable Non-knowledge, Which Has No Other Way Out Than Ecstasy Itself.

By The Care She Lavishes On Her Toilet, By The Concern She Has For Her Beauty Set Off By Her Adornment, A Woman Regards Herself As An Object Always Trying To Attract Men's Attention.

At Man's Core There Is A Voice That Wants Him Never To Give In To Fear. But If It Is True That In General Man Cannot Give In To Fear, At The Very Least He Postpones Indefinitely The Moment When He Will Have To Confront Himself With The Object Of His Fear... When He Will No Longer Have The Assistance Of Reason As Guaranteed By God, Or When He Will No Longer Have The Assistance Of God Such As Reason Guaranteed. It Is Necessary To Recoil, But It Is Necessary To Leap, And Perhaps One Only Recoils In Order To Leap Better.