Life Is A Theatre Set

No Matter Who You Are, The Thought Of So Much Suffering And Degradation Must Cause You To Shudder At The Sight Of A Veil Or Cassock, Those Two Shrouds Of Human Invention.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions

The Cruel Of Heart Have Their Own Black Happiness.

Every Blade Has Two Edges; He Who Wounds With One Wounds Himself With The Other.