A Decadent Civilization Compromises With

It Is Not Worth The Bother Of Killing Yourself, Since You Always Kill Yourself Too Late.

One Is And Remains A Slave As Long As One Is Not Cured Of Hoping.

Each Concession We Make Is Accompanied By An Inner Diminution Of Which We Are Not Immediately Conscious.

The More One Has Suffered, The Less One Demands. To Protest Is A Sign One Has Traversed No Hell.

Every Profound Dissatisfaction Is Of A Religious Nature: Our Failures Derive From Our Incapacity To Conceive Of Paradise And To Aspire To It, As Our Discomforts From The Fragility Of Our Relations With The Absolute.