I Have Not The Hope Of Being

The Fact Is That She Was Terribly Undressed And I Was Extremely Undressed Too. The Fact Is That I Still Had My Hand Where She Didn't Have Anything And She Had Hers Where The Same Wasn't Quite True Of Me. The Fact Is That I Found Myself Underneath Her And Consequently She Found Herself On Top Of Me.

If Reason Be A Gift Of Heaven, And We Can Say As Much Of Faith, Heaven Has Certainly Made Us Two Gifts Not Only Incompatible, But In Direct Contradiction To Each Other. In Order To Solve The Difficulty, We Are Compelled To Say Either That Faith Is A Chimera Or That Reason Is Useless.

Give, But, If Possible, Spare The Poor Man The Shame Of Begging.

Poetry Must Have Something In It That Is Barbaric, Vast And Wild.

There Is No Good Father Who Would Want To Resemble Our Heavenly Father.