“Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.”
“I don’t have enough gross words in my gross vocabulary to describe how gross that gross thought is. Gross.”
“When the word turns into a bodyAnd the body opens its mouthAnd speaks the word from whichIt was created—I will embrace that bodyAnd lay it to rest by my side.”
“How clever are you, my dear! You never mean a single word you say!”
“Light on my heart, Light on my feet, Light in your eyes, I can't even speak Do you even know, How you make me weak”
“My weakness has always been to prefer the large intention of an unskilful artist to the trivial intention of an accomplished one: in other words, I am more interested in the high ideas of a feeble executant than in the high execution of a feeble thinker.”