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I Hardly Ever Talk- Words Seem Such A Waste, And They Are None Of Them True. No One Has Yet Invented A Language From My Point Of View.

We Can No Longer Assert Any Single Proposition, Unless We Guard Ourselves By Enumerating Countless Conditions Which Must Be Assumed.

I Am The Blue-lidded Daughter Of Sunset; I Am The Naked Brilliance Of The Voluptuous Night-sky.

I Was Not Content To Just Believe In Satan. I Wanted To Be His Chief Or Staff.

It Is Necessary That We Stop, Once For All, This Ignorant Meddling With Other People's Business. Each Individual Must Be Left Free To Follow His Own Path.