Despair Is A Narcotic. It Lulls The

I Will Not Join Any Club Who Will Take Me As A Member.

Where Words Leave Off, Gesture Begins. Don't We Speak Of A Person Being Speechless With Rage, Dancing With Impatience, Setting His Teeth? The Final Motions Of The Soul Are Speechless, Animal, Grotesque, Or Of An Incomparable Beauty.

When We Got Off The Streetcar At Times Square, It Was Somewhat Of A Letdown. Newspapers Were Blowing About The Road And Pavement, And Broadway Looked Seedy, Like A Slovenly Woman Just Out Of Bed.

You The People Have The Power To Make This Life Free And Beautiful, To Make This Life A Wonderful Adventure.

Life Can Be Wonderful If You're Not Afraid Of It. All It Takes Is Courage, Imagination ... And A Little Dough