A mask tells us more than a face.

There's a monument due me by rank already<br>I'd blow the damn thing up with dynamite<br>So strongly I hate every kind of dead thing<br>So much I adore every kind of life!

Gentle souls!<br>You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently.<br>But can you turn yourselves inside out$$$ like me<br>And become just two lips entirely?

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

Don't wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.

I will go in this way and find my own way out.

The same arts that did gain<br/>A power$$$ must it maintain.

If these the Times$$$ then this must be the Man.

What wondrous life in this I lead<br/>Ripe apples drop about my head.

To wander solitary there: Two paradises t'were in one. To live in paradise alone.