There's Always The Hyena Of Morality At

A Little Morphine In All The Air. It Would Be Wonderfully Refreshing For Everyone.

Sentimentalism Is The Working Off On Yourself Of Feelings You Haven't Really Got.

My Belief Is In The Blood And Flesh As Being Wiser Than The Intellect. The Body-unconsciou S Is Where Life Bubbles Up In Us. It Is How We Know That We Are Alive, Alive To The Depths Of Our Souls And In Touch Somewhere With The Vivid Reaches Of The Cosmos.

It Seems To Me A Purely Lyric Poet Gives Himself, Right Down To His Sex, To His Mood, Utterly And Abandonedly, Whirls Himself Roundtill He Spontaneously Combusts Into Verse. He Has Nothing That Goes On, No Passion, Only A Few Intense Moods, Separate Like Odd Stars, And When Each Has Burned Away, He Must Die.

Be Sure Your Sins Will Find You Out, Especially If You're Married And Her Name's Bertha