And The Reason That I Laugh And

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

Wholly To Be A Fool While Spring Is In The World My Blood Approves, And Kisses Are A Far Better Fate Than Wisdom Lady I Swear By All Flowers.

If At The End Of Your First Ten Or Fifteen Years Of Fighting And Working And Feeling, You Find You've Written One Line Of One Poem, You'll Be Very Lucky Indeed.

I Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In My Heart)