Nothing Gives Small Minds A Better Handle

Imagination Is The Supreme Endowment Of The Poet And Romanticist. It Is A Kind Of Second Sight, Which Conveys The Owner Of It To Places He Has Never Seen, And Surrounds Him With Strange Circumstances Of Which He Is Merely The Spiritual Eyewitness.

Hate Is A Grand, A Strong Quality! It Makes Nations, It Builds Up Creeds! If Men Loved One Another What Should They Need Of A Church?

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!

There Is No Death,/what Seems So Is Transition.

An Opinion Which Excites No Opposition At All Is Not Worth Having!