Cynicism Is Intellectual Dandyism.

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.

My Religion Of Life Is Always To Be Cheerful.

The Season Of Love Is The Carnival Of Egoism And It Brings A Touchstone To Our Natures.