Happiness Is Ideal, It Is The Work

Thread Of Their Days Without Pity, And In The Midst Of Life, Without Ever Concerning Themselves With This Fatal Moment, Living As Though They Were To Exist For Ever, They Disappear Into The Obscure Cloud Of Immortality, Uncertain Of The Fate Which Lies In Store For Them.

The Majority Of Pop Stars Are Complete Idiots In Every Respect.

The Horror Of Wedlock, The Most Appalling, The Most Loathsome Of All The Bonds Humankind Has Devised For Its Own Discomfort And Degradation.

Lust's Passion Will Be Served; It Demands, It Militates, It Tyrannizes.

How Delicious To Corrupt, To Stifle All Semblances Of Virtue And Religion In That Young Heart!