The only proper intoxication is conversation.
I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.
If it is not nailed to the floor, it's mine. If I can pry it loose, it is not nailed down.
Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
How does one cure the soul? Through the senses
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.