Each narrow cell in which we dwell
Is a foul and dark latrine,
And the fetid breath of living Death
Chokes up each grated screen,
And all, but Lust, is turned to dust
In Humanity's machine.

“Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; som…”

“Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities”

“I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much”

“I can't help detesting my relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none…”