Naturally, Love's The Most Distant Possibility.

Sovereignty, Loyalty, And Solitude.

Eroticism Is The Approval Of Life Unto Death.

The Need To Go Astray, To Be Destroyed, Is An Extremely Private, Distant, Passionate, Turbulent Truth.

I Believe That Truth Has Only One Face: That Of A Violent Contradiction.

Sanity Is The Lot Of Those Who Are Most Obtuse, For Lucidity Destroys One's Equilibrium: It Is Unhealthy To Honestly Endure The Labors Of The Mind Which Incessantly Contradict What They Have Just Established.