Love is the law, love under will.
Oh, how superior is the Eye of Horus to the Mouth of Isis!
Every man and every woman is a star.
This Universe is a wild revel of atoms, men, and stars, each one a Soul of Light and Mirth, horsed on Eternity.
This complaining rambling rubbish is the substitute which has taken the place of love.
There is only one really safe, mild, harmless beverage and you can drink as much of that as you like without running the slightest risk, and what you say when you want it is, 'Garcon! Un Pernod!'