Destroy yourself, if you don't know!

And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.

Leaf! you are so big! How can you change your color, then just fall! As if there were no such thing as integrity!

When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.

I've got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I'll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don't want me to go where you go, so I go where you don't want me to.

My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.

A man was the cause of it all. An unarmed man with a weapon.