When I Read, It Is

A Poem Is Good Until One Knows By Whom It Is.

In A Well-run Mental Household There Ought To Be A Thorough Cleaning At The Threshold Of Consciousness A Few Times A Year.

Chastity Always Takes Its Toll. In Some It Produces Pimples; In Others, Sex Laws.

Blushing, Palpitations, A Bad Conscience--this Is What You Get If You Haven't Sinned.

What Torture, This Life In Society! Often Someone Is Obliging Enough To Offer Me A Light, And In Order To Oblige Him I Have To Fish A Cigarette Out Of My Pocket.