When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

If you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a naturaland vital thing.

Sight is the least sensual of all the senses. And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, inone mode of objective curiosity.

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

Art- speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day and that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.

God is only a great imaginative experience.