Fear Not Lest Precautions And Protective Contrivances

Hope Is The Most Sensitive Part Of A Poor Wretch's Soul; Whoever Raises It Only To Torment Him Is Behaving Like The Executioners In Hell Who, They Say, Incessantly Renew Old Wounds And Concentrate Their Attention On That Area Of It That Is Already Lacerated.

It Is Certainly No Crime To Depict The Bizarre Ideas That Nature Inspires.

I Write What I See, The Endless Procession To The Guillotine. Were All Lined Up, Waiting For The Crunch Of The Blade... The Rivers Of Blood Are Flowing Beneath Our Feet... Ive Been To Hell, Young Man, Youve Only Read About It.

Behold, My Love, Behold All That I Simultaneously Do: Scandal, Seduction, Bad Example, Incest, Adultery, Sodomy! Oh, Satan! One And Unique God Of My Soul, Inspire Thou In Me Something Yet More, Present Further Perversions To My Smoking Heart, And Then Shalt Thou See How I Shall Plunge Myself Into Them All!

The Imagination Is The Spur Of Delights... All Depends Upon It, It Is The Mainspring Of Everything; Now, Is It Not By Means Of The Imagination One Knows Joy? Is It Not Of The Imagination That The Sharpest Pleasures Arise?