No Lover, If He Be Of Good

Fear Not Lest Precautions And Protective Contrivances Diminish Your Pleasure: Mystery Only Adds Thereto.

It Is Not My Mode Of Thought That Has Caused My Misfortunes, But The Mode Of Thought Of Others.

Truth Titillates The Imagination Far Less Than Fiction.

I Write What I See, The Endless Procession To The Guillotine. Were All Lined Up, Waiting For The Crunch Of The Blade... The Rivers Of Blood Are Flowing Beneath Our Feet... Ive Been To Hell, Young Man, Youve Only Read About It.

Either Kill Me Or Take Me As I Am, Because I'll Be Damned If I Ever Change.