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In The Work Of The Greatest Geniuses, Humble Beginnings Will Reveal Themselves Somewhere, But One Cannot Trace The Slightest Sign Of Them In Shakespeare ... I Am Not Concerned With Who Wrote The Works Of Shakespeare ... But I Can Hardly Think It Was The Stratford Boy. Whoever Wrote Them Had An Aristocratic Attitude.

I Do Not Wish To Lose My Temper Because Very Shortly I Will Lose My Head. Nevertheless, Upon Leaving This Spark Of Earthly Existence, I Have This To Say: I Shall See You All Very Soon ... Very Soon.

I Am At Peace With God. My Conflict Is With Man.

Despair Is A Narcotic. It Lulls The Mind Into Indifference.

Only The Unloved Hate; The Unloved And The Unnatural.