Of Course I Think Of The Past

Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself.

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.

The Seal, She Lounges Like A Bride,much Too Docile, There's No Doubt;madame Récamier, On Side,(if Such She Has), And Bottom Out.

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.