Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.
Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.
A sensation must have fallen very low to deign to turn into an idea.
To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.
True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.
Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.