An Artist Is Only An Ordinary Man

Love Is The Hastening Gravitation Of Spirit Towards Spirit, And Body Towards Body, In The Joy Of Creation.

That's It! When You Come To Know Men, That's How They Are: Too Sensitive In The Wrong Place.

At The Back Of My Life's Horizon, Where The Dreamings Of Past Lives Crowd.

If A Woman Hasn't Got A Tiny Streak Of Harlot In Her, She's A Dry Stick As A Rule.

Tragedy Ought Really To Be A Great Kick At Misery.