I Attribute My Good Fortune

Such Lovely Warmth Of Thought And Delicacy Of Colour Are Beyond All Praise, And Equally Beyond All Thanks!

A Criminal Is Twice A Criminal When He Adds Hypocrisy To His Crime.

A Fine Morning's Killing, Ay! All Their Necks Wrung - All Dead Birds! Once They Could Fly - Fly And Swim! Fly And Swim! All Dead Now - And Sold Cheap In The Open Market!

And Out Of Heart's Pain Comes Heart's Peace; And Out Of Desire, Accomplishment.

Let Me Be Mad, Then, By All Means! Mad With The Madness Of Absinthe, The Wildest, Most Luxurious Madness In The World! Vive La Folie! Vive L'amour! Vive L'animalisme! Vive Le Diable!