I'm A Poet, And I Like My

Love Stories Are Only Fit For The Solace Of People In The Insanity Of Puberty. No Healthy Adult Human Being Can Really Care Whether So-and-so Does Or Does Not Succeed In Satisfying His Physiological Uneasiness By The Aid Of Some Particular Person Or Not.

The Nails From A Suicide's Coffin, And The Skull Of The Parricide, Were Of Course No Trouble; For Vesquit Never Traveled Without These Household Requisites.

Further, An Excess Of Legislation Defeats Its Own Ends. It Makes The Whole Population Criminals, And Turns Them All Into Police And Police Spies. The Moral Health Of Such A People Is Ruined For Ever; Only Revolution Can Save It.

Repeal All Laws Which Assume That Mankind Is A Herd Of Cattle

When You Have Proved That God Is Merely A Name For The Sex Instinct, It Appears To Me Not Far To The Perception That The Sex Instinct Is God.