Epigraph: Love has wrenched my soul from empty paths, Where like determined and unceasing ants, We march unwearying towards our goal, the lure: The joys of independence and maturity. (p.2)
Our minds are made impure by thoughtless self-control. (p.2)
Society is a stuffy little box with conventions instead of locks and if you have the strength to break outside by the servants of society you are tried.(p.3)
