Ideally, if anything [was] any good, it would be indescribable.
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.
God knows, there's enough to worry about without worrying about worrying about things.
Vice is nice, but a little virtue won't hurt you.
Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.
The Suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.