I’ve always been convinced that women have a supernatural ability to know what’s going on in a man’s soul. They’re all witches.

You can think of me thinking of you, because that’s what I’ll be doing whenever you think of me.

Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.

You don&#39;t want madhouse and the whole thing there.

My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.

It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.

Written By William Empson