Troubles Are As Endless As Pleasures Are

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.

I Piss On You All From A Considerable Height.

When You Stop To Examine The Way In Which Our Words Are Formed And Uttered, Our Sentences Are Hard-put To It To Survive The Disaster Of Their Slobbery Origins.

There's A Point Of Poverty At Which The Spirit Isn't With The Body All The Time. It Finds The Body Really Too Unbearable. So It's Almost As If You Were Talking To The Soul Itself. And A Soul's Not Properly Responsible.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.