Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth.

Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.

Age indomitably, in the European manner. Do not finish your labours young. Be a planet, not a meteor. Honor the working day. Sit at your desk.

Freudism and all it has tainted with its grotesque implications and methods, appear to me to be one of the vilest deceits practiced by people on themselves and on others. I reject it utterly, along with a few other medieval items still adored by the ignorant, the conventional, or the very sick.

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.

I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.