You Have To Make It Happen.

I Discuss With Myself Questions Of Politics, Love, Taste, Or Philosophy. I Let My Mind Rove Wantonly, Give It Free Rein To Followany Idea, Wise Or Mad That May Present Itself. My Ideas Are My Harlots.

The World Is The House Of The Strong.

The Man Who First Pronounced The Barbarous Word God Ought To Have Been Immediately Destroyed.

In Any Country Where Talent And Virtue Produce No Advancement, Money Will Be The National God. Its Inhabitants Will Either Have To Possess Money Or Make Others Believe That They Do. Wealth Will Be The Highest Virtue, Poverty The Greatest Vice.

When Shall We See Poets Born? After A Time Of Disasters And Great Misfortunes, When Harrowed Nations Begin To Breathe Again. And Then, Shaken By The Terror Of Such Spectacles, Imaginations Will Paint Things Entirely Strange To Those Who Have Not Witnessed Them.