Truth Is A Rough, Honest, Helter-skelter Terrier

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.

Truth Is A Rough, Honest, Helter-skelter Terrier That None Like To See Brought Into Their Drawing Rooms.

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.

In A Few Generations More, There Will Probably Be No Room At All Allowed For Animals On The Earth: No Need Of Them, No Toleration Of Them. An Immense Agony Will Have Then Ceased, But With It There Will Also Have Passed Away The Last Smile Of The World's Youth.

Indifference Is The Invincible Grant Of The World.