And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.