Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed

Some People Have An Unconquerable Love Of Riddles. They May Have The Chance Of Listening To Plain Sense, Or To Such Wisdom That Explains Life; But No, They Must Go And Work Their Brains Over A Riddle, Just Because They Do Not Understand What It Means.

Man And Woman Are Two Locked Caskets, Of Which Each Contains The Key To The Other.

I Do Not See Eye To Eye With The Camera.

Human Talk Is A Centrifugal Function, Ever In Flight Outwards From What Is On The Talker's Mind.

I Do Not Know If You Remember The Tale Of The Girl Who Saves The Ship Under Mutiny By Sitting On The Powder Barrel With Her Lighted Torch... And All The Time Knowing That It Is Empty? This Has Seemed To Me A Charming Image Of The Women Of My Time. There They Were, Keeping The World In Order... By Sitting On The Mystery Of Life, And Knowing Themselves That There Was No Mystery.