The Best Weapon Against An Enemy Is

Ten Truths Must You Find During The Day; Otherwise Will You Seek Truth During The Night, And Your Soul Will Have Been Hungry.

Respectability Offends My Taste.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

Pity Makes Suffering Contagious.

I Have Not The Capability To Give You My Loyalty, Nor Do I Have The Vanity To Appear As If I Did.