To Be Young Is The Only Religion.

Wherever The Crowd Goes Run In The Other Direction. They're Always Wrong.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

There's Nothing Else As Pleasant As Being Unpleasant When There's Nothing Else To Do, And There's Usually Nothing Else To Do.

Eleven Months. Now She's Gone Gone As They Go.