What Is This Eternity To

We Almost Always Forgive Those We Understand.

I Love Enemies, Though Not In The Christian Way. They Amuse Me, Excite My Blood. Being Always On One’s Guard, Catching Every Glance, The Significance Of Every Word, Guessing At Intentions, Frustrating Their Plots, Pretending To Be Tricked, And Suddenly, With A Shove, Upturning The Whole Enormous And Arduously Built Edifice Of Their Cunning And Schemes—that’s What I Call Life.

No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man Who Forgets An Old Friend

For What Did The Creator Prepare Me,why Did He So Terribly Contradictthe Hopes Of My Youth?

Evil Spawns Evil. The First Experience Of Torture Gives An Understanding Of The Pleasure In Tormenting Others.