There Is Something Curiously Boring

God: A Gaseous Vertebrate.

I Like Being Myself. Myself And Nasty.

The Author Of The Iliad Is Either Homer Or, If Not Homer, Somebody Else Of The Same Name.

Facts Are Ventriloquist’s Dummies. Sitting On A Wise Man’s Knee They May Be Made To Utter Words Of Wisdom; Elsewhere, They Say Nothing, Or Talk Nonsense, Or Indulge In Sheer Diabolism.

Like Every Man Of Sense And Good Feeling, I Abominate Work.