Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness. |
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know. |
Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils. |
There are few things so futile, and few so amusing, As a peaceful and purposeless sort of perusing Of old random jottings set down in a blank book You've unearthed from a drawer as you looked for your bank book |
Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give. |
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow. |
Youth condemns; maturity condones |