We Dull Our Lives By The Way

We Approach People The Same Way We Approach Our Cars. We Take The Poor Kid To A Doctor And Ask, "what's Wrong With Him, How Much Will It Cost, And When Can I Pick Him Up?"

The Comic Spirit Masquerades In All Things We Say And Do. We Are Each A Clown And Do Not Need To Put On A White Face.

Depression Opens The Door To Beauty Of Some Kind.

It's Better To Go Into The World Half-cocked Than Not To Go Into The World At All.

The Circumstances, Including My Body And My Parents, Whom I May Curse, Are My Soul's Own Choice And I Do Not Understand This Because I Have Forgotten