The Worst Part About Being Lied To

I Have Such A Desire To Sleep And Am So Much Behind My Sleep. A Good Night, One Good Night And All This Nonsense Will Be Swept Away.

Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin In Their Eyes.

Man Is The Being Whose Project It Is To Be God.

You See, I'm Fond Of Teasing, It's A Second Nature With Me—and I'm Used To Teasing Myself. Plaguing Myself, If You Prefer; I Don't Tease Nicely.

Better A Good Journalist Than A Poor Assassin.