I'm A Fart In A Gale Of

When One Wants To Become Cognizant Of The Color And The Texture Of The Soil, One Does Not Get A Ladder; One Gets A Shovel. When One Wants To Get Into Touch With The Texture Of The Universal Mind, One Does Not Go To Boston; One Goes To The Bowery.

The Truth Is How You Say It, And To Be 'one's Self' Is The Most Shocking Custom Of All.

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

Life Is Painful, Nasty And Short.. In My Case It Has Only Been Painful And Nasty.

I Couldn't Ever Boil Potatoes Over The Heat Of Your Affection. Your Love Would Never Bridge A Gap; It Wouldn't Even Fill Up The Hole That The Mice Came Through.