The fancies that take their monstrous birth from the spinelessness and boredom of usurped wealth bring in their wake every defect ... and though rich men's crimes escape the law, protected as they are by the cowardice of governments and people, Nature, more real than society, sets her anarchic example by abandoning the wretched time servers of Capital to the shame and madness of the worst aberrations.

It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.

Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.

The larvae! The scent of young blood entices and draws them closer. There's no need to venture into antiquity to evoke the shades of the dead.

The charm of horror only tempts the strong

Ingratitude' is the name which avatars of Narcissus give to the success of others.

You see, the strangeness of my case is that now I no longer fear the invisible, I’m terrified by reality.