There's Nothing Unusual About Love.

There Is Something About Writing Poetry That Brings A Man Close To The Cliff's Edge.

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

My Greatest Problem Was Stamps, Envelopes, Paper And Wine, With The World On The Edge Of World War Ii.

We're All Going To Die, All Of Us, What A Circus!

The Psyche Has Been Burned And Left Us Senseless, The World Has Been Darker Than Lights-out In A Closet Full Of Hungry Bats, And The Whiskey And Wine Entered Our Veins When Blood Was Too Weak To Carry On