The Only Really Christian Art Is That

Man's First And Greatest Victory Must Be Won Against The Gods.

Obsessions Of The Orient, Of The Desert, Of Its Ardor And Its Emptiness, Of The Shadows Of Palm Gardens, Of The Garments White And Wide - Obsessions Where The Senses Go Berserk, Where Nerves Are Exasperated, And Which Made Me, At The Onset Of Each Night, Believe Sleep Impossible.

I Find Just As Much Profit In Cultivating My Hates As My Loves.

Profound Optimism Is Always On The Side Of The Tortured.

One Is Always Wrong To Open A Conversation With The Devil, For, However He Goes About It, He Always Insists Upon Having The Last Word.