What A Heavy Oar The Pen Is,

The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.

For Him The Universe Did Not Extend Beyond The Circumference Of Her Petticoat.

Concern For Morality Makes Every Work Of The Imagination False And Stupid.

You Can Calculate The Worth Of A Man By The Number Of His Enemies, And The Importance Of A Work Of Art By The Harm That Is Spoken Of It.

Here Is True Immorality: Ignorance And Stupidity; The Devil Is Nothing But This. His Name Is Legion.