My Heart Hath Followed All My Days

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make The Underworld.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

An Optimist Is A Guy That Has Never Had Much Experience.

Censors Are Necessary, Increasingly Necessary, If America Is To Avoid Having A Vital Literature.

By The Time A Bartender Knows What Drink A Man Will Have Before He Orders, There Is Little Else About Him Worth Knowing.