If We Say That We Have No

Things That Are Not At All, Are Never Lost.

Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

I Am Envy, Begotten Of A Chimney-sweeper And An Oyster-wife. I Cannot Read, And Therefore Wish All Books Were Burnt; I Am Lean With Seeing Others Eat - O That There Would Come A Famine Through All The World, That All Might Die, And I Live Alone; Then Thou Should'st See How Fat I Would Be! But Must Thou Sit And I Stand? Come Down, With A Vengeance!

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.