There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

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.

I'd Seen Too Many Troubling Things To Be Easy In My Mind. I Knew Too Much And Not Enough. I'd Better Go Out, I Said To Myself, I'd Better Go Out Again.

The Plain Truth, I May As Well Admit It, Is That I've Never Been Really Right In The Head.

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.

Never Believe Straight Off In A Man's Unhappiness. Ask Him If He Can Still Sleep. If The Answer's "yes," All's Well. That Is Enough.