To be loved, feelings must be rationed. To love, the doors of hysteria, fantasy, and madness may be flung open.

Hate your enemy with a whole heart, and if a man smite you on one cheek, SMASH him on the other!

There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are the work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy!

Do what you want as long as its paying off for you. But once its become a liability, then something is wrong and you better find out what it is.

I thought, acted, and thereupon found myself removed.

Why should I not hate mine enemies―if I "love" them does that not place me at their mercy?

There are many who would take my time. I shun them.