Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.

I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.

Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.