Unhappy, But Not Unhappy Enough.

The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This Fact Has Been Insufficiently Observed.

To What Will Love Not Stoop!

Just Under The Surface I Shall Be, All Together At First, Then Separate And Drift, Through All The Earth And Perhaps In The End Through A Cliff Into The Sea, Something Of Me. A Ton Of Worms In An Acre, That Is A Wonderful Thought, A Ton Of Worms, I Believe It.

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.

Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!