The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.

A Pretty Girl Who Is Naked / Is Worth A Million Statues

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

Great Men Burn Bridges Before They Come To Them

So Far As I Am Concerned, Poetry And Every Other Art Was, Is, And Forever Will Be Strictly And Distinctly A Question Of Individuality.