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Woman Possesses The Cosmic Force Of An Element, An Invincible Force Of Destruction, Like Nature's. She Is, In Herself Alone, All Nature! Being The Matrix Of Life, She Is By That Very Fact The Matrix Of Death - Since It Is From Death That Life Is Perpetually Reborn, And Since To Annihilate Death Would Be To Kill Life At Its Only Fertile Source.

Desire Can Attain The Darkest Human Terror And Give An Actual Ideal Of Hell And Its Horror.

The Poor Are The Human Manure In Which Grow The Harvests Of Life, The Harvests Of Joy Which The Rich Reap.

Nothing Comes At All -- Never Anything. And I Cannot Accustom Myself To That. It Is This Monotony, This Absolute Fixity In Life, That Is The Hardest Thing For Me To Endure. I Should Like To Go Away From Here. Go Away? But Where And How? I Do Not Know, And I Stay.

Murder Is Born Of Love, And Love Attains The Greatest Intensity In Murder.