Your Kiss Is Bitter With Cocaine.

The Gods Are But Names For The Forces Of Nature Themselves.

The Essence Of Independence Has Been To Think And Act According To Standards From Within, Not Without.

The Sin Which Is Unpardonable Is Knowingly And Wilfully To Reject Truth, To Fear Knowledge Lest That Knowledge Pander Not To Thy Prejudices.

I Can Imagine Myself On My Death-bed, Spent Utterly With Lust To Touch The Next World, Like A Boy Asking For His First Kiss From A Woman.

The Ordinary Man Looking At A Mountain Is Like An Illiterate Person Confronted With A Greek Manuscript.