Do You Call Yourself Free? It Is

Alas! There Cometh The Time When Man Will No Longer Give Birth To Any Star. Alas! There Cometh The Time Of The Most Despicable Man, Who Can No Longer Despise Himself.

Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

Whoever Is Related To Me In The Height Of His Aspirations Will Experience Veritable Ecstasies Of Learning; For I Come From Heights That No Bird Ever Reached In Its Flight, I Know Abysses Into Which No Foot Ever Strayed.

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.

It Was Christianity, With Its Heartfelt Resentment Against Life, That First Made Something Unclean Of Sexuality: It Threw Filth On The Origin, On The Essential Fact Of Our Life.