It Is Of Men, And Of Them

In My Room I'd Barely Closed My Eyes When The Blonde From The Movie House Came Along And Sang Her Whole Song Of Sorrow Just For Me. I Helped Her Put Me To Sleep, So To Speak, And Succeeded Pretty Well... I Wasn't Entirely Alone... It's Not Possible To Sleep Alone.

When Men Can Hate Without Risk, Their Stupidity Is Easily Convinced, The Motives Supply Themselves.

There Are Certain Advantages In Being Cursed By All And Sundry ... Especially, It Dispenses You With Having To Be Nice To Anybody ... There's Nothing More Emollient, Stultifying, Emasculating Than Wanting To Be Liked ... "not Nice!" ... That Does It, You're Free!.

Not Much Music Left Inside Us For Life To Dance To. Our Youth Has Gone To The Ends Of The Earth To Die In The Silence Of The Truth. And Where, I Ask You, Can A Man Escape To, When He Hasn't Enough Madness Left Inside Him? The Truth Is An Endless Death Agony. The Truth Is Death. You Have To Choose: Death Or Lies. I've Never Been Able To Kill Myself.

When You're Not Used To Comfort And Good Things To Eat, You're Intoxicated By Them In No Time. Truth's Only Too Pleased To Leave You. Very Little Is Ever Needed For Truth To Let Go Of You. And After All, You're Not Really Very Keen To Keep Hold Of It.