A Man Of My Spiritual Intensity Does

Your Wits Can't Thicken In That Soft Moist Air, On Those White Springy Roads, In Those Misty Rushes And Brown Bogs, On Those Hillsides Of Granite Rocks And Magenta Heather. You've No Such Colours In The Sky, No Such Lure In The Distances, No Such Sadness In The Evenings. Oh The Dreaming! The Dreaming! The Torturing, Heart-scalding, Never Satisfying Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming!

We Know There Is Intention And Purpose In The Universe, Because There Is Intention And Purpose In Us.

The Sex Illusion Is Not A Fixed Quantity: Not What Mathematicians Call A Constant. It Varies From Zero In My Wife's Case To Madness In That Of Our Stepsister.

Fashions Are Induced Epidemics.

Nothing Is More Dreadful Than A Husband Who Keeps Telling You Everything He Thinks, And Always Wants To Know What You Think.