Through My Satire I Make

Let My Style Capture All The Sounds Of My Time. This Should Make It An Annoyance To My Contemporaries. But Later Generations Should Hold It To Their Ears Like A Seashell In Which There Is The Music Of An Ocean Of Mud.

The Truth Is That The Newspaper Is Not A Place For Information To Be Given, Rather It Is Just Hollow Content, Or More Than That, A Provoker Of Content. If It Prints Lies About Atrocities, Real Atrocities Are The Result.

Virginity Is The Ideal Of Those Who Want To Deflower.

To Me It's Still A Greater Miracle When A Fly Flies Than When A Human Being Undertakes To Do So.

Curses On The Law! Most Of My Fellow Citizens Are The Sorry Consequences Of Uncommitted Abortions.