I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt

So Many Vaginas, Stomachs, Cocks, Snouts, And Flies You Don't Know What To Do With Them ... Shovelsfull! ... But Hearts? ... Very Rare! In The Last Five Hundred Million Years Too Many Cocks And Gastric Tubes To Count ... But Hearts? ... On Your Fingers!.

One Can't Relive One's Life. Forgiveness Is Not What's Difficult; One's Always Too Ready To Forgive. And It Does No Good, That's Obvious.

The Foreground In A Picture Is Always Unattractive... Art Demands That The Interest Of The Canvas Should Be Placed In The Far Distance, Where Lies Take Refuge, Those Dreams Which Blossom Out Of Fact And Are Man's Only Love.

There's A Point Of Poverty At Which The Spirit Isn't With The Body All The Time. It Finds The Body Really Too Unbearable. So It's Almost As If You Were Talking To The Soul Itself. And A Soul's Not Properly Responsible.

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You; Whatever Happens, You've Got To Look As If You Were Awfully Busy All The Time Doing Something That's Terribly Exciting - Or He'll Come Along And Nibble Your Brain.