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I Have No Friends, I Only Have Accomplices Now. On The Other Hand, My Accomplices Are More Numerous Than My Friends: They Are The Human Race.

We All Have A Weakness For Beauty.

At One Time Or Another All Normal People Have Wished Their Loved Ones Were Dead.

I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated Than With Saints.

The Entire History Of Mankind Is, In Any Case, Nothing But A Prolonged Fight To The Death For The Conquest Of Universal Prestige And Absolute Power.