Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.