Love Breaks My Bones And I Laugh

I Think A Man Can Keep On Drinking For Centuries, He'll Never Die; Especially Wine Or Beer...i Like Drunkards, Man, Because Drunkards, They Come Out Of It, And They're Sick And They Spring Back, They Spring Back And Forth...if I Hadn't Been A Drunkard, I Probably Would Have Committed Suicide Long Ago.

If You Have The Ability To Love, Love Yourself First.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

Being Alone Never Felt Right. Sometimes It Felt Good, But It Never Felt Right.

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.