“Happiness lies within one's self, and the way to dig it out is cocaine.”

“Your kiss is bitter with cocaine.”

“I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.”

“To resist and subdue Nature is to make for one's self a personal and imperishable life: it is to break free from the vicissitudes of Life and Death.”

“A man friends are more capable of working him harm than strangers; and his greatest danger lies in his own habits.”

“Your friends will notice at once that glib vacuities fail to impress, and hate you, and tell lies about you. It's worth it.”

“It is a terrible error to let any natural impulse, physical or mental, stagnate. Crush it out, if you will, and be done with it; or fulfil it, and get it out of the system; but do not allow it to remain there and putrefy. The suppression of the normal sex instinct, for example, is responsible for a thousand ills. In Puritan countries one inevitably finds a morbid preoccupation with sex coupled with every form of perversion and degeneracy. ”