I've Already Told You: The Only Way

If Nature Denies Eternity To Beings, It Follows That Their Destruction Is One Of Her Laws. Now, Once We Observe That Destruction Is So Useful To Her That She Absolutely Cannot Dispense With It From This Moment Onward The Idea Of Annihilation Which We Attach To Death Ceases To Be Real What We Call The End Of The Living Animal Is No Longer A True Finish, But A Simple Transformation, A Transmutation Of Matter. According To These Irrefutable Principles, Death Is Hence No More Than A Change Of Form, An Imperceptible Passage From One Existence Into Another.

Truth Titillates The Imagination Far Less Than Fiction.

She Had Already Allowed Her Delectable Lover To Pluck That Flower Which, So Different From The Rose To Which It Is Nevertheless Sometimes Compared, Has Not The Same Faculty Of Being Reborn Each Spring.

Variety, Multiplicity Are The Two Most Powerful Vehicles Of Lust.

Get It Into Your Head Once And For All, My Simple And Very Fainthearted Fellow, That What Fools Call Humanness Is Nothing But A Weakness Born Of Fear And Egoism; That This Chimerical Virtue, Enslaving Only Weak Men, Is Unknown To Those Whose Character Is Formed By Stoicism, Courage, And Philosophy.