Love Is A Horse With

Mercy, I Think, Doesn't The Human Race Know Anything About Mercy?

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.

I Went To The Worst Of Bars Hoping To Get Killed But All I Could Do Was To Get Drunk Again.

I Am Going To Start Selling Air In Dark Orange Bags Marked: Moon-blooms

When I Get Down To My Last Dime I'll Just Walk Over To Skid Row." "there Are Some Real Weirdos Down There." "they're Everywhere.