Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?

I am like a mariner born and bred on board a buccaneer brig whose soul has become so inured to storm and strife that if cast ashore he would weary and languish no matter how alluring the shady groves and how bright the gentle sun.

My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

We practically always excuse things when we understand them