Woman Learns How To Hate

Even In The Lust Of Knowledge I Feel Only My Will's Delight In Begetting And Becoming; And If There Be Innocence In My Knowledge It Is Because My Procreative Will Is In It.

Man Is More Sensitive To The Contempt That Others Feel Towards Him Than To The Contempt That He Feels Towards Himself.

He Has Drawn Back, Only In Order To Have Enough Room For His Leap

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding

Being Human Is A Complicated Gig. So Give That Ol' Dark Night Of The Soul A Hug. Howl The Eternal Yes!