There Is Nothing So Terrible As The

A Little Smoke Lost In The Air, That Was The Life Of A Man.

I Don't Know Why It Is That The Religious Never Ascribe Common Sense To God.

No Egoism Is So Insufferable As That Of The Christian With Regard To His Soul.

Life Is So Largely Controlled By Chance That Its Conduct Can Be But A Perpetual Improvisation.

Art Should Be Appreciated With Passion And Violence, Not With A Tepid, Depreciating Elegance That Fears The Censoriousness Of A Common Room.