All Religions Are Based On Obsolete Terminology.

Solitude Is The Playfield Of Satan.

By God, I Could Make Myself Bring Her That Economically Halved Grapefruit, That Sugarless Breakfast.

Readers Are Not Sheep, And Not Every Pen Tempts Them.

Oh, My Lolita, I Have Only Words To Play With!

The Contemplation Of Beauty, Whether It Be A Uniquely Tinted Sunset, A Radiant Face, Or A Work Of Art, Makes Us Glance Back Unwittingly At Our Personal Past And Juxtapose Ourselves And Our Inner Being With The Utterly Unattainable Beauty Revealed To Us.