First Feed The Face, Then Talk Right

On Thinking About Hell, I Gather My Brother Shelley Found It Was A Place Much Like The City Of London. I Who Live In Los Angeles And Not In London Find, On Thinking About Hell, That It Must Be Still More Like Los Angeles.

Spring Is Noticed, If At All By People Sitting In Railway Trains.

Unhappiness Doesn't Grow On The Chest Like Leprosy. Poverty Won't Fall Off The Roof Like A Loose Tile, No; Poverty And Unhappiness Are Man's Doing.

Come In, Dear Wind, And Be Our Guest You Too Have Neither Home Nor Rest.

Poverty Makes You Sad As Well As Wise.