I Have Been Loved,' She

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow.

I Like My Human Experience Served Up With A Little Silence And Restraint. Silence Makes Experience Go Further And, When It Does Die, Gives It That Dignity Common To A Thing One Had Touched And Not Ravished

You Beat The Liver Out Of A Goose To Get A Pâté; You Pound The Muscles Of A Man's Cardia To Get A Philosopher.

The Truth Is How You Say It, And To Be 'one's Self' Is The Most Shocking Custom Of All.