Great Ladies ... Are Like The Best

Solitude Does Not Consist In Living Alone; It Consists In Living With Others, With People Who Take No Interest In You.

There Is A Diabolical Streak In Me, A Troublesome And Inexplicable Perversity.

You're Obliged To Pretend Respect For People And Institutions You Think Absurd. You Live Attached In A Cowardly Fashion To Moral And Social Conventions You Despise, Condemn, And Know Lack All Foundation.

Desire Can Attain The Darkest Human Terror And Give An Actual Ideal Of Hell And Its Horror.

Nature’s Constantly Screaming With All Its Shapes And Scents: Love Each Other! Love Each Other! Do As The Flowers. There’s Only Love.