As The Cosmos Are In Place, So

I Wonder How Anyone Can Have The Face To Condemn Others When He Reflects Upon His Own Thoughts.

Art For Art's Sake Makes No More Sense Than Gin For Gin's Sake.

In The Country The Darkness Of Night Is Friendly And Familiar, But In A City, With Its Blaze Of Lights, It Is Unnatural, Hostile And Menacing. It Is Like A Monstrous Vulture That Hovers, Biding Its Time.

So Long As Some Are Strong And Some Are Weak, The Weak Will Be Driven To The Wall.

There Is Only One Thing About Which I Am Certain, And This Is That There Is Very Little About Which One Can Be Certain