What A Sad Business Is

This Is A Ruthless World And One Must Be Ruthless To Cope With It.

I Do Not Wish To Lose My Temper Because Very Shortly I Will Lose My Head. Nevertheless, Upon Leaving This Spark Of Earthly Existence, I Have This To Say: I Shall See You All Very Soon ... Very Soon.

I Have No Further Use For America. I Wouldn't Go Back There If Jesus Christ Was President.

Man As An Individual Is A Genius. But Men In The Mass Form The Headless Monster, A Great, Brutish Idiot That Goes Where Prodded.

Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?