The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.

To what will love not stoop!

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

Suffering is the main condition of the artistic experience.

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.