God Bless The Usa, So Large, So

A Man Has His Distinctive Personal Scent Which His Wife, His Children And His Dog Can Recognize. A Crowd Has A Generalized Stink. The Public Is Odorless.

Yet No One Hears His Own Remarks As Prose.

Life Is A Picnic On A Precipice.

Anyone Who Has A Child Today Should Train Him To Be Either A Physicist Or A Ballet Dancer. Then He'll Escape.

There Is No Love; There Are Only The Various Envies, All Of Them Sad.