I Want To Be A Saint, A

Now I Have Enough Money To Travel Wherever I Want, But I Haven't Got The Health.

You Can't Escape The Past In Paris, And Yet What's So Wonderful About It Is That The Past And Present Intermingle So Intangibly That It Doesn't Seem To Burden.

I Know I'm Not God, Are You? Don't Be Silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't Be Silly.

The Soul Is Innocent And Immortal, It Should Never Die Ungodly In An Armed Madhouse.

[william Butler] Yeats Has The Phrase Hodos Chameliontos, Chameleon-like, In That You Don't Know Where The Beginning Or The Middle Or The End Is, So It's An Unrelieved Hallucination, Because You Don't Know Where You're Coming In And You Don't Know Where You're Going Out. It Ends, You're Going Into The Hallucination, Or Maybe Coming Out Of It, I Don't Know.