Nature... Is Nothing But The

Unable To Suppress Love, The Church Wanted At Least To Disinfect It, And It Created Marriage.

You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

Life Is A Hospital In Which Every Patient Is Possessed By A Desire To Change His Bed.

It Is The Pleasure Of Astonishing Others, And The Proud Satisfaction Of Never Being Astonished By Them.

If Rape Or Arson, Poison Or The Knife Has Wove No Pleasing Patterns In The Stuff Of This Drab Canvas We Accept As Life - It Is Because We Are Not Bold Enough!