We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was 'Wow!
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.