Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wast >>
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! -- But >>
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every m >>
There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of thems >>
We know only that we are living in these bodies and have a vague idea, >>
The esthete stands in the same relation to beauty as the pornographer >>
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees --And I found her bitter --And I reviled her.