Where's your will to be weird?

Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song$$$ the same theme$$$ all his life. For me$$$ this theme as always been revolt.

It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world$$$ not the wicked.

The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.

When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by — not because she had no future but because she had no past.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

Happy are they who can please and delight their senses with things insensate and who can live off their death.

If I am a man of some reading$$$ I am a man of no retentiveness.