XCV |
Even when quite a child I felt two conflicting sensations in my heart: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life. That, indeed, was the mark of a neurasthenic idler.
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:40:00 GMT |
XCIX |
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree.For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.The man of intelligence, who ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:37:00 GMT |
XCVIII |
When Jesus Christ says, "Blessed are they that hunger, for they shall be filled," Jesus Christ is calculating on probabilities.
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:31:00 GMT |
Hygiene. Projects. |
The more one desires, the stronger one's will.The more one works, the better one works and the more one wants to work.The more one produces, the more fecund one becomes.After a debauch, one feels ones...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 11:35:00 GMT |
CIII |
It is impossible to glance through any newspaper, no matter what the day, the month or the year, without finding on every line the most frightful traces of human perversity, together with the most as...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 06:43:00 GMT |
Moesta et Errabunda |
Agatha, does your heart rise up and fly, Far from the city's black and sordid sea Towards a sea that's blue as any sky, And clear and deep as pure virginity? Agatha, does your heart rise up and f...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 12:25:00 GMT |
XL |
One must work, if not from inclination at least from despair, since, as I have fully proved, to work is less wearisome than to amuse oneself.
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 18:19:00 GMT |
CVIII |
Any official, whether a minister, a theater manager, or a newspaper editor, can sometimes be an estimable individual, but he is never a man of distinction. They are persons without personality,...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 14:37:00 GMT |
LXX |
There are no great men save the poet, the priest, and the soldier.The man who sings, the man who offers up sacrifce, and the man who sacrifices himself.The rest are born for the whip.Let us beware of ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 22:01:00 GMT |
Heautontimoroumenos |
I am the wound and the knife!I am the slap and the cheek!I am the limbs and the rack,And the victim and the executioner!I am the vampire of my own heart.
Posted by on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 10:53:00 GMT |
