Nobody Ever Intends To Be Old.

Wealth Acts Merely As A Kind Of Mirror To Show You Human Nature At Its Worst.

Love Clamors Far More Incessantly And Passionately At A Closed Gate Than An Open One!

Let Me Be Mad, Then, By All Means! Mad With The Madness Of Absinthe, The Wildest, Most Luxurious Madness In The World! Vive La Folie! Vive L'amour! Vive L'animalisme! Vive Le Diable!

What Was The Use Of Trying To Expound A Truth, If The Majority Preferred A Lie?

It Seems A Silly Kind O' Business To Bring Us Into The World At All For No Special Reason 'cept To Take Us Out Of It Again Just As Folks 'ave Learned To Know Us A Bit And Find Us Useful.