They Are The We Of Me.

The Most Fatal Thing A Man Can Do Is Try To Stand Alone.

I Want - I Want - I Want - Was All That She Could Think About - But Just What This Real Want Was She Did Not Know.

All We Can Do Is Go Around Telling The Truth.

While Time, The Endless Idiot, Runs Screaming Round The World.

Because In Some Men It Is In Them To Give Up Everything Personal At Some Time, Before It Ferments And Poisons--throw It To Some Human Being Or Some Human Idea. They Have To.