What Is Beautiful Is Moral, That Is

On Spinach: I Dislike It, And Am Happy To Dislike It Because If I Liked It I Would Eat It, And I Cannot Stand It.

What Baffled Him Was That There Should Be All This Fuss About Something So Simple As Love.

Women Want You To Deceive Them: They Force You To, And If You Resist, They Blame You.

The Idea Of Bringing Someone Into The World Fills Me With Horror. I Would Curse Myself If I Were A Father. A Son Of Mine! Oh No, No, No! May My Entire Flesh Perish And May I Transmit To No One The Aggravations And The Disgrace Of Existence.

I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not Feel That I Am Their Fellow At All