I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

Unhappiness was my god.

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!

There shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let her go, she, too, will be poet! Woman will find the unknown! Will her ideational worlds be different from ours? She will come upon strange, unfathomable, repellent, delightful things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them.