If I Were The Moon, I Know

It Is A Curious Thing How Poets Tend To Become Ascetics.... Even A Debauch For Them Is A Self-flagellation. They Go On The Loose In Cruelty Against Themselves, Admitting That They Are Pandering To, And Despising, The Lower Self.

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

Money Is Our Madness, Our Vast Collective Madness.

Water Is H2o, Hydrogen Two Parts, Oxygen One, But There Is Also A Third Thing, That Makes It Water And Nobody Knows What That Is.

I Believe The Nearest I've Come To Perfect Love Was With A Young Coal-miner When I Was About 16.