There are 80,000 prostitutes in London alone and what are they, if not bloody sacrifices on the altar of monogamy?

A man may call to mind the face of his friend, but not his own. Here, then, is an initial difficulty in the way of applying the maxim, Know Thyself.

It's the niceties that make the difference fate gives us the hand, and we play the cards.

The old woman dies, the burden is lifted.

Genius is an intellect that has become unfaithful to its destiny.

There are 80,000 prostitutes in London alone and what are they, if not bloody sacrifices on the altar of monogamy?

the brut first knows death when it dies, but man draws consciously nearer to it every hour that he lives; and this makes his life at times a questionable good even to him who has not recognised this character of constant anaihilation in the whole of life.