Death Is The Only Real Elegance.

I Don’t Suppose I Really Know You Very Well - But I Know You Smell Like The Delicious Damp Grass That Grows Near Old Walls And That Your Hands Are Beautiful Opening Out Of Your Sleeves And That The Back Of Your Head Is A Mossy Sheltered Cave When There Is Trouble In The Wind And That My Cheek Just Fits The Depression In Your Shoulder.

Experience Teaches You How To Do Things You Never Want To Do Again.

Life Has Puffed And Blown Itself Into A Summer Day, And Clouds And Spring Billow Over The Heavens As If Calendars Were A Listing Of Mathematical Errors.

And Only Weaklings...who Lack Courage And The Power To Feel They're Right When The Whole World Says They're Wrong, Ever Lose.

Why Should All Life Be Work, When We All Can Borrow. Let's Think Only Of Today, And Not Worry About Tomorrow.