We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That Egomania Is Not A Duty.

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.

Excess Is The Common Substitute For Energy.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.