I Could Happily Lie Down And Die

I Have So Much I Want To Tell You, And Nowhere To Begin.

Always, Always, Always Referring Every Goddam Thing That Happens Right Back To Our Lousy Little Egos.

It's Funny. All You Have To Do Is Say Something Nobody Understands And They'll Do Practically Anything You Want Them To.

If A Girl Looks Swell When She Meets You, Who Gives A Damn If She's Late? Nobody.

Yet A Real Artist, I've Noticed, Will Survive Anything. (even Praise, I Happily Suspect.)