The Glamour Of It All! New York!

Words Seem So Futile, So Feeble. You Are All Such Lovely, Beautiful People ... Thank You.

As Long As Men Die, Liberty Will Never Parish.

Nothing Is More Important Than The Moving Image; Except For My Cup Of Coffee In The Morning.

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Through Humour, We See In What Seems Rational, The Irrational; In What Seems Important, The Unimportant