Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And

The Sole Means Of Protecting Your Solitude Is To Offend Everyone, Beginning With Those You Love.

A Decadent Civilization Compromises With Its Disease, Cherishes The Virus Infecting It, Loses Its Self-respect.

This Very Second Has Vanished Forever, Lost In The Anonymous Mass Of The Irrevocable. It Will Never Return. I Suffer From This And I Do Not. Everything Is Unique - And Insignificant.

Revenge Is Not Always Sweet, Once It Is Consummated We Feel Inferior To Our Victim.

So Long As Man Is Protected By Madness - He Functions - And Flourishes.