That's It! When You Come To Know

You Can Have Your Cake And Eat It. But My God, It Will Go Rotten Inside You.

What One Does In One's Art, That Is The Breath Of One's Being. What One Does In One's Life, That Is A Bagatelle For The Outsiders To Fuss About.

Now Go Away Then, And Leave Me Alone. I Don't Want Any More Of Your Meretricious Persiflage.

I Can't Do With Mountains At Close Quarters - They Are Always In The Way, And They Are So Stupid, Never Moving And Never Doing Anything But Obtrude Themselves.

At The Back Of My Life's Horizon, Where The Dreamings Of Past Lives Crowd.