There is such a thing as anaesthesia of pain, engendered by pain too exquisite to be borne.

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

I was five years old the first time I got drunk.

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.

Life creeps slowly upward.... When some forgotten inventor of the older world smote his rival or enemy with a branch of wood and found that it was good and thereafter made a practice of smiting rivals and enemies with branches of wood, then, and on that day, artificiality may be said to have begun. Then, and on that day, was begun a revolution destined to change the history of life. Then, and on that day, was laid the cornerstone of that most tremendous of artifices, CIVILIZATION!

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.