Astrology Has No More Useful Function Than

Balance Every Thought With Its Opposition. Because The Marriage Of Them Is The Destruction Of Illusion.

The Nails From A Suicide's Coffin, And The Skull Of The Parricide, Were Of Course No Trouble; For Vesquit Never Traveled Without These Household Requisites.

If One Had To Worry About One's Actions In Respect Of Other People's Ideas, One Might As Well Be Buried Alive In An Antheap Or Married To An Ambitious Violinist. Whether That Man Is The Prime Minister, Modifying His Opinions To Catch Votes, Or A Bourgeois In Terror Lest Some Harmless Act Should Be Misunderstood And Outrage Some Petty Convention, That Man Is An Inferior Man And I Do Not Want To Have Anything To Do With Him Any More Than I Want To Eat Canned Salmon.

Sex Is The Sacred Song Of The Soul; Sex Is The Sanctuary Of Self.

Happiness Lies Within One's Self, And The Way To Dig It Out Is Cocaine.