There Can Be No Good

So I Fancy My Muse Says, When I Wish To Die, Oh No, Oh No, We Are Not Yet Friends Enough, And Virtue Also Says: We Are Not Yet Friends Enough.

Christianity In The Suburb Is Cheerful. The Church Is A Centre Of Social Activity And Those Who Go To Church Need Never Be Lonely.

I Love Death Because He Breaks The Human Pattern And Frees Us From Pleasures Too Prolonged As Well As From The Pains Of This World. It Is Pleasant, Too, To Remember That Death Lies In Our Hands; He Must Come If We Call Him. ... I Think If There Were No Death, Life Would Be More Than Flesh And Blood Could Bear.

Truth Is Far And Flat, And Fancy Is Fiery; And Truth Is Cold, And People Feel The Cold, And They May Wrap Themselves Against It In Fancies That Are Fiery, But They Should Not Call Them Facts; And, Generally, Poets Do Not; They Are Shrewd, They Feel The Cold, Too, But They Know A Hawk From A Handsaw, A Fact From A Fancy, As None Knows Better.

Life In The [london] Suburb Is Richer At The Lower Levels. At These Levels The People Are Not Self-conscious At All, They Are At Liberty To Be As Eccentric As They Please, They Do Not Know That They Are Eccentric.