Oh Lion In A Peculiar Guise, Sharp

These Thoughts Are Depressing I Know. They Are Depressing, I Wish I Was More Cheerful, It Is More Pleasant, Also It Is A Duty, We Should Smile As Well As Submitting To The Purpose Of One Above Who Is Experimenting With Various Mixtures Of Human Character Which Goes Best, All Is Interesting For Him It Is Exciting, But Not For Us. There I Go Again. Smile, Smile, And Get Some Work To Do Then You Will Be Practically Unconscious Without Positively Having To Go.

Death's Not A Separation Or Alteration Or Parting; It's Just A One-handled Door.

I'm Alive Today, Therefore I'm Just As Much A Part Of Our Time As Everybody Else. The Times Will Just Have To Enlarge Themselves To Make Room For Me, Won't They, And For Everybody Else.

I'll Have Your Heart, If Not By Gift My Knife Shall Carve It Out. I'll Have Your Heart, Your Life.

All Poetry Has To Do Is To Make A Strong Communication. All The Poet Has To Do Is Listen. The Poet Is Not An Important Fellow. There Will Also Be Another Poet.