If There Wasn't Death, I Think You

There Are Moments Of Despair That Come Sometimes, When Night Sets In And A White Fog Presses Against The Windows. Then Our House Changes Its Shape, Rears Up And Becomes A Place Of Despair. Then Fear And Rage Run Simply--and The Thought Of Death As A Friend. This Is The Simplest Of Thoughts, That Death Must Come When We Call, Although He Is A God.

Why Does My Muse Only Speak When She Is Uhnhappy? She Does Not, I Only Listen When I Am Unhappy.

Life In The [london] Suburb Is Richer At The Lower Levels. At These Levels The People Are Not Self-conscious At All, They Are At Liberty To Be As Eccentric As They Please, They Do Not Know That They Are Eccentric.

A Great Artist ... Takes What He Did Not Make And Makes Of It Something That Only He Can Make.

Marriage I Think For Women Is The Best Of Opiates. It Kills The Thoughts That Think About The Thoughts, It Is The Best Of Opiates. So Said Maria. But Too Long In Solitude She'd Dwelt, And Too Long Her Thoughts Had Felt Their Strength. So When The Man Drew Near, Out Popped Her Thoughts And Covered Him With Fear. Poor Maria! Better That She Had Kept Her Thoughts On A Chain, For Now She's Alone Again And All In Pain; She Sighs For The Man That Went And The Thoughts That Stay To Trouble Her Dreams By Night And Her Dreams By Day.