I Have Never Grown Out

Love Stories Are Only Fit For The Solace Of People In The Insanity Of Puberty. No Healthy Adult Human Being Can Really Care Whether So-and-so Does Or Does Not Succeed In Satisfying His Physiological Uneasiness By The Aid Of Some Particular Person Or Not.

By The Power Of Truth, I, While Living, Have Conquered The Universe.

Falsehood Is Invariably The Child Of Fear In One Form Or Another.

Modern Morality And Manners Suppress All Natural Instincts, Keep People Ignorant Of The Facts Of Nature And Make Them Fighting Drunk On Bogey Tales.

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.