Beauty Is Whatever Gives Joy.

I Know, But I Do Not Approve. And I Am Not Resigned.

There Is No God. But It Does Not Matter. Man Is Enough.

Blessed Be Death, That Cuts In Marble What Would Have Sunk To Dust!

I Am All The Time Talking About You, And Bragging, To One Person Or Another. I Am Like The Ancient Mariner, Who Had A Tale In His Heart He Must Unfold To All. I Am Always Buttonholing Somebody And Saying, "someday You Must Meet My Mother."

Please Don't Think Me Negligent Or Rude. I Am Both, In Effect, Of Course, But Please Don't Think Me Either.