While All Is New, All Is Beautiful.

Desire Can Attain The Darkest Human Terror And Give An Actual Ideal Of Hell And Its Horror.

As Soon As I Find Myself In The Presence Of A Rich Man, I Cannot Help Looking Upon Him As An Exceptional And Beautiful Being, As A Sort Of Marvellous Divinity, And, In Spite Of Myself, Surmounting My Will And My Reason, I Feel Rising, From The Depths Of My Being, Toward This Rich Man, Who Is Very Often An Imbecile, And Sometimes A Murderer, Something Like An Incense Of Admiration. Is It Not Stupid? And Why? Why?

While I Was An Honorable Man In Her Eyes, She Did Not Love Me. But The Minute She Understood What I Was, When She Breathed The True And Foul Odor Of My Soul, Love Was Born In Her – For She Does Love Me! Well, Well! There Is Nothing Real, Then, Except Evil.

There Is A Diabolical Streak In Me, A Troublesome And Inexplicable Perversity.

Why, Flowers Are Violent, Cruel, Terrible And Splendid... Like Love!