Alcohol Tells Truth, But Its Truth Is

He Was Not Immoral, But Merely Unmoral.

The Word Is Too Weak. There Is No Word In The Language Strong Enough To Describe My Feelings.

Man Rarely Places A Proper Valuation Upon His Womankind, At Least Not Until Deprived Of Them.

I Would Rather Be Ashes Than Dust! I Would Rather That My Spark Should Burn Out In A Brilliant Blaze Than It Should Be Stifled By Dry-rot. I Would Rather Be A Superb Meteor, Every Atom Of Me In Magnificent Glow, Than A Sleepy And Permanent Planet. The Function Of Man Is To Live, Not To Exist. I Shall Not Waste My Days Trying To Prolong Them. I Shall Use My Time.

The Human Race Is Doomed To Sink Back Farther And Farther Into The Primitive Night Ere Again It Begins Its Bloody Climb Upward To Civilization.