War! When I but think of this word, I feel bewildered, as though they were speaking to me of sorcery, of the Inquisition, of a distant, finished, abominable, monstrous, unnatural thing. When they speak to us of cannibals, we smile proudly, as we proclaim our superiority to these savages. Who are the real savages? Those who struggle in order to eat those whom they vanquish, or those who struggle merely to kill?

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.

We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs... of our barbarous ancestors.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.

In fact living is dying.

We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.