Bee, Why Are You Staring At Me?

And The Story Of Love Is A Long Sad Tale Ending In Graves.

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 See As Much As Doors'll Allow, Open Or Shut.

Live, Travel, Adventure, Bless, And Don't Be Sorry.

Forgive Everyone For Your Own Sins And Be Sure To Tell Them You Love Them Which You Do.