Cruelty, As A Fine Art,

And At The Instant He Knew, He Ceased To Know.

Go Strip Off Your Clothes That Are A Nuisance In This Mellow Clime. Get In And Wrestle With The Sea; Wing Your Heels With The Skill And Power That Reside In You, Hit The Sea's Breakers, Master Them, And Ride Upon Their Backs As A King Should.

One Cannot Violate The Promptings Of One's Nature Without Having That Nature Recoil Upon Itself.

So That Was The Way. No Fair Play. Once Down, That Was The End Of You.

I Believe That When I Am Dead, I Am Dead. I Believe That With My Death I Am Just As Much Obliterated As The Last Mosquito You And I Squashed.