I’ve just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that’s the record.
I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm, Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?
He hath desired to bring the souls of other men to heaven; let his soul be brought to heaven.
If the Lord should bring a wicked man to heaven, heaven would be hell to him; for he who loves not grace upon earth will never love it in heaven.
But time has set its maggot on their track.
No honest writer today can possibly avoid being influenced by Freud through his pioneering work into the Unconscious and by the influence of those discoveries on the scientific, philosophic, and artistic work of his contemporaries: but not, by any means, necessarily through Freud’s own writing.
Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.