Writer Speaks A Stench.

From A Certain Point Onward There Is No Longer Any Turning Back. That Is The Point That Must Be Reached.

In Paradise, As Always: That Which Causes The Sin And That Which Recognizes It For What It Is Are One. The Clear Conscience Is Evil, Which Is So Entirely Victorious That It Does Not Any Longer Consider The Leap From Left To Right Necessary.

There Art Two Cardinal Sins From Which All Others Spring: Impatience And Laziness.

Every Revolution Evaporates And Leaves Behind Only The Slime Of A New Bureaucracy.

The Delights Of This Life Are Not Its Own, But Our Fear Of The Ascent Into A Higher Life; The Torments Of This Life Are Not Its Own, But Our Self-torment Because Of That Fear.