I've Often Thought That There Isn't Any

Your Kiss Is Bitter With Cocaine.

I Hardly Ever Talk- Words Seem Such A Waste, And They Are None Of Them True. No One Has Yet Invented A Language From My Point Of View.

Inevitably Anyone With An Independent Mind Must Become 'one Who Resists Or Opposes Authority Or Established Conventions': A Rebel. If Enough People Come To Agree With, And Follow, The Rebel, We Now Have A Devil. Until, Of Course, Still More People Agree. And Then, Finally, We Have --- Greatness.

It Sometimes Strikes Me That The Whole Of Science Is A Piece Of Impudence; That Nature Can Afford To Ignore Our Impertinent Interference. If Our Monkey Mischief Should Ever Reach The Point Of Blowing Up The Earth By Decomposing An Atom, And Even Annihilated The Sun Himself, I Cannot Really Suppose That The Universe Would Turn A Hair.

One Must Find Out For Oneself, And Make Sure Beyond Doubt, 'who' One Is, 'what' One Is, 'why' One Is... Being Thus Conscious Of The Proper Course To Pursue, The Next Thing Is To Understand The Conditions Necessary To Following It Out. After That, One Must Eliminate From Oneself Every Element Alien Or Hostile To Success, And Develop Those Parts Of Oneself Which Are Specially Needed To Control The Aforesaid Conditions.