A Cynic Is A Man

There Is No Record In Human History Of A Happy Philosopher: They Exist Only In Romantic Legend.

An Author, Like Any Other So-called Artist, Is A Man In Whom The Normal Vanity Of All Men Is So Vastly Exaggerated That He Finds It A Sheer Impossibility To Hold It In. His Over-powering Impulse Is To Gyrate Before His Fellow Men, Flapping His Wings And Emitting Defiant Yells. This Being Forbidden By The Police Of All Civilized Nations, He Takes It Out By Putting His Yells On Paper. Such Is The Thing Called Self-expression.

Life Is A Constant Oscillation Between The Sharp Horns Of Dilemmas.

Human Progress Is Furthered, Not By Conformity, But By Aberration.

The Worst Government Is The Most Moral.