Hate Is A Grand, A Strong Quality!

Let Me Be Mad, Then, By All Means! Mad With The Madness Of Absinthe, The Wildest, Most Luxurious Madness In The World! Vive La Folie! Vive L'amour! Vive L'animalisme! Vive Le Diable!

If We Choose To Be No More Than Clods Of Clay, Then We Shall Be Used As Clods Of Clay For Braver Feet To Tread On.

Love Clamors Far More Incessantly And Passionately At A Closed Gate Than An Open One!

Nothing Is So Deceptive As Human Reasoning, - Nothing So Slippery And Reversible As What We Have Decided To Call 'logic.' The Truest Compass Of Life Is Spiritual Instinct.

Fame, Or Notoriety, Whichever That Special Noise May Be Called When The World Like A Hound 'gives Tongue' And Announces That The Quarry In Some Form Of Genius Is At Bay, Is Apt To Increase Its Clamor In Proportion To The Aloofness Of The Pursued Animal.