Colours are what drive me most strongly.

If a lady comes up to you and tells you that your dear mama is lying in a faint on the pavement round the corner, don't you believe her, don't have anything to do with her, do not go with her into the cab. It is the White Slave Traffic.

The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.

Colours are what drive me most strongly.

O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

See the cat at love, rolling with its sweetheart, up and over, with shriek and moan. But if a person comes by, they break away, sit separate upon a fence washing their faces - and might never have met at all.