He Swift Don't Win The Race. It

Sometimes I Wonder What It's Gonna Take To Find Dignity.

May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung. May You Stay Forever Young.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On

I've Never Gone For Having A Great Voice, For Cultivating One. I'm Still Not Doing It Now.