I Write For No Other Purpose Than

[speaking To A Group Of Wealthy New Yorkers] A Million Years Ago, The Cave Man, Without Tools, With Small Brain, And With Nothing But The Strength Of His Body, Managed To Feed His Wife And Children, So That Through Him The Race Survived. You On The Other Hand, Armed With All The Modern Means Of Production, Multiplying The Productive Capacity Of The Cave Man A Million Times — You Are Incompetents And Muddlers, You Are Unable To Secure To Millions Even The Paltry Amount Of Bread That Would Sustain Their Physical Life. You Have Mismanaged The World, And It Shall Be Taken From You.

I Write For No Other Purpose Than To Add To The Beauty That Now Belongs To Me.

Ever Bike? Now That's Something That Makes Life Worth Living!

I Was Jealous; Therefore I Loved.

Intelligent Men Are Cruel. Stupid Men Are Monstrously Cruel.