All The People Like Us Are We,

If You Can Walk With The Crowd And Keep Your Virtue, Or Walk With Kings-nor Lose The Common Touch; If Neither Foes Nor Loving Friends Can Hurt You; If All Men Count With You, But None Too Much; If You Can Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds' Worth Of Distance Run, Yours Is The Earth And Everything That's In It, And - Which Is More - You'll Be A Man My Son!

The World Is Very Lovely, And It's Very Horrible--and It Doesn't Care About Your Life Or Mine Or Anything Else.

We Are The Opening Verse Of The Opening Page Of The Chapter Of Endless Possibilities.

Ship Me Somewhere East Of Suez, Where The Best Is Like The Worst, Where There Aren't No Ten Commandments An' A Man Can Raisea Thirst.

San Francisco Is A Mad City - Inhabited For The Most Part By Perfectly Insane People Whose Women Are Of A Remarkable Beauty.