I Hate All Men, The Ones Because

Too Great Haste Leads Us To Error.

I Will Maintain It Before The Whole World.

[dom Juan] Believes Neither In Heaven, Nor The Saints, Nor God, Nor The Werewolf.

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

All The Ills Of Mankind, All The Tragic Misfortunes That Fill The History Books, All The Political Blunders, All The Failures Of The Great Leaders Have Arisen Merely From A Lack Of Skill At Dancing.