I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not

I Love Good Sense Above All, Perhaps Because I Have None.

Anything Becomes Interesting If You Look At It Long Enough.

My Kingdom Is As Wide As The Universe And My Wants Have No Limits. I Go Forward Always, Freeing Spirits And Weighing Words, Without Fear, Without Compassion, Without Love, Without God. I Am Called Science.

Concern For Morality Makes Every Work Of The Imagination False And Stupid.

For A Long Time Now My Heart Has Had Its Shutters Closed, Its Steps Deserted, Formerly A Tumultuous Hotel, But Now Empty And Echoing Like A Great Empty Tomb.