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There Is No More Dreary Or More Repulsive Creature Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius.

The Woman And The Genius Do Not Work. Up To Now, Woman Has Been Mankind's Supreme Luxury. In All Those Moments When We Do Our Best, We Do Not Work. Work Is Merely A Means To These Moments.

We Have To Be Careful That In Throwing Out The Devil, We Don't Throw Out The Best Part Of Ourselves.

Men Have Hitherto Treated Women Like Birds Which Have Strayed Down To Them From The Heights; As Something More Delicate, More Fragile, More Savage, Stranger, Sweeter, Soulful--but As Something Which Has To Be Caged Up So That It Shall Not Fly Away.

That Little Hypocrites And Half-crazed People Dare To Imagine That On Their Account The Laws Of Nature Are Constantly Broken; Such An Enhancement Of Every Kind Of Selfishness To Infinity, To Impudence, Cannot Be Branded With Sufficient Contempt. And Yet Christianity Owes Its Triumph To This Pitiable Flattery Of Personal Vanity.