Have Them All Shot. I Don't Want

To Those Who Can Hear Me, I Say, Do Not Despair. The Misery That Is Now Upon Us Is But The Passing Of Greed, The Bitterness Of Men Who Fear The Way Of Human Progress.

Despair Is A Narcotic. It Lulls The Mind Into Indifference.

Hair Is Vitally Personal To Children. They Weep Vigorously When It Is Cut For The First Time; No Matter How It Grows, Bushy, Straight Or Curly, They Feel They Are Being Shorn Of A Part Of Their Personality.

I Went Into The Business For The Money, And The Art Grew Out Of It. If People Are Disillusioned By That Remark, I Can't Help It. It's The Truth.

I Suppose That's One Of The Ironies Of Life Doing The Wrong Thing At The Right Moment.