The Joy Of Life Consists In The

I'm A Poet, And I Like My Lies The Way My Mother Used To Make Them.

There Is Only One Really Safe, Mild, Harmless Beverage And You Can Drink As Much Of That As You Like Without Running The Slightest Risk, And What You Say When You Want It Is, 'garcon! Un Pernod!'

The Average Man Cannot Believe That An Artist May Be As Serious And Highminded An Observer Of Life As The Professed Man Of Science.

What Is It In Absinthe That Makes It A Separate Cult? The Effects Of Its Abuse Are Totally Distinct From Those Of Other Stimulants. Even In Ruin And In Degradation It Remains A Thing Apart: Its Victims Wear A Ghastly Aureole All Their Own, And In Their Peculiar Hell Yet Gloat With A Sinister Perversion Of Pride That They Are Not As Other Men.

I Will Interpret Every Phenomenon As A Particular Dealing Of God With My Soul