Art Is Nothing; It's A

Conformists Die, But Heretics Live Forever.

The Heroic Man Does Not Pose; He Leaves That For The Man Who Wishes To Be Thought Heroic.

Jealousy Seems The Absolute Reversal Of Love. It Is The Swinging From The Sunny Warmth Of The Equator To The Frigid Cold Of The North Pole.

Perfume: Any Smell That Is Used To Drown A Worse One.

Yesterday Woman Was A Chattel. Now She Is, In Law, A Minor. Tomorrow She Will Be Free, Or Partially So--that Is To Say, As Free As Man.