Blessed Be Death, That Cuts In Marble

They Say When You Are Missing Someone That They Are Probably Feeling The Same, But I Don't Think It's Possible For You To Miss Me As Much As I'm Missing You Right Now

I Am All The Time Talking About You, And Bragging, To One Person Or Another. I Am Like The Ancient Mariner, Who Had A Tale In His Heart He Must Unfold To All. I Am Always Buttonholing Somebody And Saying, "someday You Must Meet My Mother."

A Ghost In Marble Of A Girl You Knew Who Would Have Loved You In A Day Or Two.

There Is No God. But It Does Not Matter. Man Is Enough.

I Am Not At All In Favor Of Hard Work For Its Own Sake; Many People Who Work Very Hard Indeed Produce Terrible Things, And Should Most Certainly Not Be Encouraged.