God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

And If Anybody Asks Me Is It Easy To Forget I'll Say It Is Easily Done, You Just Pick Anyone, And Pretend That You Never Have Met

You Don't Count The Dead, When God's On Your Side.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

The Only Thing I Knew How To Do Was To Keep On Keeping On