KLEE THE POET:

Satirical Opus:
The happy man is half an idiot for whom all things flourish and bear fruit. He stands on his little estate, one hand holding a watering-can, the other pointing to himself as the navel of the world. Things sprout and blossom. Boughs heavy with fruit bend towards him. J 316, 1901.
Sensuality is the pliancy of the flesh under a higher compulsion. Eyes blinded by colour. Ears bathing in sound. Nose in scents. So is it also with the organs of love. J 364 1902
The large animals sit mournfully at table and are not satisfied. But the crafty little flies climb about on mountains of bread and inhabit cities of butter. J 935 1914
Human animal, timepiece made of blood. J 938