To give one's self over to Satan, what does that mean?
What more absurd than progress since man, as is proven by everyday
fact, is always like and equal to man, that is to say, always in the
savage state! What are the perils of the forest and the prairie beside
the daily shocks and conflicts of civilization? Whether man ensnare his
dupe on the boulevard, or pierce his prey in unknown forests, is he not
eternal man, i.e., the most perfect beast of pray?
They say I am thirty years of age; but if I have lived three minutes in
one..., am I not ninety?
... Work, is it not the salt that preserves embalmed souls?