The Temple Is Holy Because

If I Could Believe The Quakers Banned Music Because Church Music Is So Damn Bad, I Should View Them With Approval.

America Is A Lunatic Asylum.

The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The Image.

I Should Consent To Breed Under Pressure, If I Were Convinced In Any Way Of The Reasonableness Of Reproducing The Species. But My Nerves And The Nerves Of Any Woman I Could Live With Three Months, Would Produce Only A Victim... Lacking In Impulse, A Mere Bundle Of Discriminations. If I Were Wealthy I Might Subsidize A Stud Of Young Peasants, Or A Tribal Group In Tahiti.

I Guess The Definition Of A Lunatic Is A Man Surrounded By Them.