something has been said for sobriety but very little.

I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

I think that what happens in my poetic work in the future will depend on my being knocked in the face, and thrown flat, and given cancer, and all kinds of other things short of senile dementia.

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

There is no such thing as Freedom (though it is the most important condition of human life, after Humility, -which does not exist either). There is only Slavery (walls around one) and absence-of-Slavery (ability to walk in any direction, or to remain still).

We are using our own skins for wallpaper and we cannot win.