Daily life is governed by an economic system in which the production and consumption of insults tends to balance out.

Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume; the hellish cycle is complete.

Each component of the organism, like the individual in the social body, possesses the capacity for enjoyment of the self through sharing with others.

We have a world of pleasure to win, and nothing to lose but boredom.

It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives.

What could I wish for the present but to take the greatest pleasure in being what I am?

The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.