This Verse Gets Me Through Each Day,

There Is No Pre-established Harmony Between The Furtherance Of Truth And The Well-being Of Mankind.

Only Sick Music Makes Money Today.

It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

He That Writeth In Blood And Proverbs Doth Not Want To Be Read, But Learnt By Heart.