Suicides Are Timid Murderers. Masochism

Why So Much Innuendo, Draped Like Ivy To Hide A Cesspool, When Everyone Knew The Cesspool Was There?

One Stops Being A Child When One Realizes That Telling One's Trouble Does Not Make It Any Better.

No One Ever Lacks A Good Reason For Suicide.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

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).