Be In Love With Your Life, Every

It Is Not My Fault That Certain So-called Bohemian Elements Have Found In My Writings Something To Hang Their Peculiar Beatnik Theories On.

I Promise I Shall Never Give Up, And That I'll Die Yelling And Laughing, And That Until Then I'll Rush Around This World I Insist Is Holy And Pull At Everyone's Lapel And Make Them Confess To Me And To All.

A Sociable Smile Is Nothing But A Mouth Full Of Teeth.

My Life Is A Vast Inconsequential Epic.

I Have Fallen In Love With You, God. Take Care Of Us All, One Way Or The Other.