The More You Approach Infinity,

Doctor. Always Preceded By 'the Good'. Among Men, In Familiar Conversation, 'oh! Balls, Doctor!' Is A Wizard When He Enjoys Your Confidence, A Jack-ass When You're No Longer On Terms. All Are Materialists: 'you Can't Probe For Faith With A Scalpel.'

My Foregrounds Are Imaginary, My Backgrounds Real.

That Man Has Missed Something Who Has Never Left A Brothel At Sunrise Feeling Like Throwing Himself Into The River Out Of Pure Disgust.

The Author, In His Work, Must Be Like God In The Universe, Present Everywhere And Visible Nowhere.

Woman Is A Vulgar Animal From Whom Man Has Created An Excessively Beautiful Ideal.