If All The Economists Were Laid End

I Object To Publishers: The One Service They Have Done Me Is To Teach Me To Do Without Them. They Combine Commercial Rascality With Artistic Touchiness And Pettishness, Without Being Either Good Business Men Or Fine Judges Of Literature.

I Hate Performers Who Debase Great Works Of Art; I Long For Their Annihilation.

Truth Telling Is Not Compatible With The Defence Of The Realm.

The Secret To Success Is To Offend The Greatest Number Of People.

I Appeal To The Chemists To Discover A Humane Gas That Will Kill Instantly And Painlessly. In Short- A Gentlemanly Gas Deadly By All Means, But Humane, Not Cruel.