I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact myself hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings

O sweet spontaneous earth

O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.