It Is By Acts, And Not By

God, Conquered, Will Become Satan; Satan, Conquering, Will Become God. May The Fates Spare Me This Terrible Lot; I Love The Hell Which Formed My Genius. I Love The Earth Where I Have Done Some Good, If It Be Possible To Do Any Good In This Fearful World Where Beings Live But By Rapine.

That Child Whose Mother Has Never Smiled Upon Him Is Worthy Neither Of The Table Of The Gods Nor The Couch Of The Goddesses.

A Tale Without Love Is Like Beef Without Mustard: Insipid.

The Future Is A Convenient Place For Dreams.

It Is Well For The Heart To Be Naive And For The Mind Not To Be.