Respectability Offends My Taste.

One Should Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly.

One Ought To Hold On To One's Heart; For If One Lets It Go, One Soon Loses Control Of The Head Too.

The So-called Paradoxes Of An Author, To Which A Reader Takes Exception, Often Exist Not In The Author's Book At All, But Rather In The Reader's Head.

A Woman's Pity, Which Is Talkative, Carries The Sick Person's Bed To The Public Marketplace.

If You Look Long Enough Into The Void, The Void Begins To Look Back Through You.