It Is Raining Bombs On

Time, Matter, Space - All, It May Be, Are No More Than A Point.

My Ideas Are My Whores.

But If You Will Recall The History Of Our Civil Troubles, You Will See Half The Nation Bathe Itself, Out Of Piety, In The Blood Of The Other Half, And Violate The Fundamental Feelings Of Humanity In Order To Sustain The Cause Of God: As Though It Were Necessary To Cease To Be A Man In Order To Prove Oneself Religious!

In Any Country Where Talent And Virtue Produce No Advancement, Money Will Be The National God. Its Inhabitants Will Either Have To Possess Money Or Make Others Believe That They Do. Wealth Will Be The Highest Virtue, Poverty The Greatest Vice.

If The Weather Is Too Cold Or Rainy, I Take Shelter In The Regence Cafe, Where I Entertain Myself By Watching Chess Being Played. Paris Is The World Center, And This Cafe Is The Paris Centre For The Finest Skill At This Game.