Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.

One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.

My trouble is I'm the sort of writer who only finds out what he's getting at by the time he's got to the end of it.

If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.

Thank God our time is now when wrong comes up to meet us everywhere never to leave us till we take, the greatest stride of the soul man ever took. affairs are now soul size the enterprise is exploration unto God. Where are you making for? It takes so many thousand years to wake. But will you wake for pity's sake?

Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate