This Complaining Rambling Rubbish Is The Substitute

The Supreme Satisfaction Is To Be Able To Despise One's Neighbor And This Fact Goes Far To Account For Religious Intolerance. It Is Evidently Consoling To Reflect That The People Next Door Are Headed For Hell.

To The Eyes Of A God, Mankind Must Appear As A Species Of Bacteria Which Multiply And Become Progressively Virulent Whenever They Find Themselves In A Congenial Culture, And Whose Activity Diminishes Until They Disappear Completely As Soon As Proper Measures Are Taken To Sterilize Them.

I Am The Blue-lidded Daughter Of Sunset; I Am The Naked Brilliance Of The Voluptuous Night-sky.

This Complaining Rambling Rubbish Is The Substitute Which Has Taken The Place Of Love.

What The Eye Doesn't See, The Heart Doesn't Grieve Over.