Why Does My Muse Only Speak When

My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers, I Used To Swing Like This For Hours, I Did Not Care For War Or Death, I Was Glad To Draw My Breath.

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

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.

I Like Food, I Like Stripping Vegetables Of Their Skins, I Like To Have A Slim Young Parsnip Under My Knife.

If A Lady Comes Up To You And Tells You That Your Dear Mama Is Lying In A Faint On The Pavement Round The Corner, Don't You Believe Her, Don't Have Anything To Do With Her, Do Not Go With Her Into The Cab. It Is The White Slave Traffic.