There's Wisdom In Wine.

Bee, Why Are You Staring At Me? I Am Not A Flower??

Details Are The Life Of Prose.

On Soft Spring Nights I'll Stand In The Yard Under The Stars - Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet - And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That - There's No Need To Say Another Word.

My Whole Wretched Life Swam Before My Weary Eyes, And I Realized No Matter What You Do It's Bound To Be A Waste Of Time In The End So You Might As Well Go Mad.

The Beauty Of Things Must Be That They End.