Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands— But the scene is grey.

Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.

Everything is bicycle.

Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.