Only art means anything.
Ideally, if anything [was] any good, it would be indescribable.
The helpful thought for which you look Is written somewhere in a book.
The world may think it idiotic, Nor care at all we're symbiotic, But I will say at once and twice: I find it nice. I find it nice.
I should like a parsley sandwich. To the best of my knowledge they are not in season.
Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.