But Here's The Worst Part:

In Fact A Man In Love Or One Consumed With Hatred Creates Symbols For Himself, As A Superstitious Man Does, From A Passion Of Conferring Uniqueness On Things Or Persons. A Man Who Knows Nothing Of Symbols Is One Of Dante's Sluggards. This Is Why Art Mirrors Itself In Primitive Rites Or Strong Passions, Seeking For Symbols, Revolving Round The Primitive Taste For Savagery, For What Is Irrational (blood And Sex).

What We Desire Is Not To Possess A Woman, But To Be The Only One To Possess Her.

Love Has The Faculty Of Making Two Lovers Seem Naked, Not In Each Other's Sight, But In Their Own.

There Is Mercy For Everyone, Except Those Who Are Bored With Life.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.