Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.

We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?