I can find no more satisfaction than that of being misunderstood or strongly disliked for unknown reasons and I can simply smile in the faces of those who hate, oh how I love thy enemies fate

You will never know of another mans heart ache by words alone

He is my buddy. I would hate to see what his enemies look like.

It is the fate of every great achievement to be pounced upon by pedants and imitators who drain it of life and turn it into an orthodoxy which stifles all stirrings of originality

You think you know these people but you forget the world is full of actors and the world is their stage

For a cynical bastard I still cannot deny the beauty of Autumn leaves, though I'd still rather see them set ablaze floating across the night sky, there is beauty in destruction, you must have both in art and in life