The dripping blood our only drink,The bloody flesh our only food:In spite of which we like to thinkThat we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
Distracted from distraction by distraction
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
The lamp hummed:'Regard the moon,La lune ne garde aucune rancune,She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.She smoothes the hair of the grass.The moon has lost her memory.A washed-out smallpox cr...
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat:If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse.If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house.I...
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
LightLightThe visible reminder of Invisible Light.
Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger.Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.There is one who remembers the way to your door:Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.Yo...
He is quiet and small, he is blackFrom his ears to the tip of his tail;He can creep through the tiniest crackHe can walk on the narrowest rail.He can pick any card from a pack,He is equally cunning wi...
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen..
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have...
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.
A christian martyrdom is never an accident, for Saints are not made by accident.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.