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I Am A Genius. Then It Amused Me To Keep Saying So, But Now It Does Not. I Expected To Be Happy Sometime. Now I Know I Shall Never Be.

One Must Always Say Things That Aim To Interest, Because In The World One Must After All Pay For One's Keep.

There Is Really No Right And Wrong. I Recognize No Right And Wrong.

The Art Of Good Eating Has Two Essential Points: One Must Eat Only When One Is Hungry, And One Must Take Small Bites.

I Am Not Good. I Am Not Virtuous. I Am Not Sympathetic. I Am Not Generous. I Am Merely And Above All A Creature Of Intense Passionate Feeling. I Feel—everything. It Is My Genius. It Burns Me Like Fire.