We Rarely Confide In Those Who Are

When The Body Is Sad, The Heart Languishes.

Love Cannot Accept What It Is. Everywhere On Earth It Cries Out Against Kindness, Compassion, Intelligence, Everything That Leads To Compromise. Love Demands The Impossible, The Absolute, The Sky On Fire, Inexhaustible Springtime, Life After Death, And Death Itself Transfigured Into Eternal Life.

Rule: Start By Looking For What Is Valid In Every Man.

Art And Revolt Will Die Only With The Last Man.

The Future Is The Only Kind Of Property That The Masters Willingly Concede To The Slaves.