I'm All In Favor Of Keeping Dangerous

The Most Useless Job In The World Is That Of The Critic. That Is A Prejudiced Statement. I Admit It. I'm Prejudiced. I Hate Critics. ... And Now, As The Saying Goes (yesterday, I Couldn't Even Spell Critik), And Now I Are One.

A Work Of Art Is An Act Of Love. Critics Are Crab Lice.

The Fifties Are A Peaceful Time, A Quiet Sleeping Time Between Two Noisy Bursts Of Years, A Blue And White Time Filled With Sweet Yellow Days, Music And Bright Smelling Memories.

Contentment Is The Continuing Act Of Accepting The Process Of Your Own Life.

The Secret Of The Universe Is This: The Universe Doesn't Care. That Part Of The Job Is Yours.