But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

The only truth is music.

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.