Happiness Is Ideal, It Is

Humane Sentiments Are Baseless, Mad, And Improper; They Are Incredibly Feeble; Never Do They Withstand The Gainsaying Passions, Never Do They Resist Bare Necessity.

What We Are Doing Here Is Only The Image Of What We Would Like To Do.

If It Is The Dirty Element That Gives Pleasure To The Act Of Lust, Then The Dirtier It Is, The More Pleasurable It Is Bound To Be.

I've Been To Hell. You've Only Read About It.

The More Defects A Man May Have, The Older He Is, The Less Lovable, The More Resounding His Success.