I don't trust him. We're friends.

There are times when you have to choose between being a human and having good taste.

Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.

Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.

On thinking about Hell, I gather
My brother Shelley found it was a place
Much like the city of London. I
Who live in Los Angeles and not in London
Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be
Still more like Los Angeles.

Your theory is crazy, but it's not crazy enough to be true.