Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason;

Treat A Man Like Dirt-he Produces Flowers.

Humanity I Love You Because You Are Perpetually Putting The Secret Of Life In Your Pants And Forgetting It's There And Sitting Down On It And Because You Are Forever Making Poems In The Lap Of Death Humanity I Hate You

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One

What Time Is It? It Is By Every Star A Different Time, And Each Most Falsely True.

What Concerns Me Fundamentaly Is A Meteoric Burlesk Melodrama, Born Of The Immemorial Adage Love Will Find A Way.