Desire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual ideal of hell and its horror.

When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.

The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden. Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; law, social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering.