Dear 338171 (may I Call You 338?)

To Take A Gloomy View Of Life Is Not Part Of My Philosophy; To Laugh At The Idiocies Of My Fellow Creatures Is. However, At This Particular Moment I Cannot Find So Much To Laugh At As I Would Like.

Trust Your Instincts. If You Have No Instincts, Trust Your Impulses.

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.

Everybody Worships Me, It's Nauseating.

Criticism And Bolshevism Have One Thing In Common. They Both Seek To Pull Down That Which They Could Never Build.