My Heart Hath Followed All My Days

I Have Had My Ups And Downs But Wotthehell Wotthehell Yesterday Sceptres And Crowns Fried Oysters And Velvet Gowns And Today I Herd With Bums But Wotthehell Wotthehell I Wake The World From Sleep As I Caper And Sing And Leap When I Sing My Wild Free Tune Wotthehell Wotthehell Under The Blear Eyed Moon I Am Pelted With Cast Off Shoon But Wotthehell Wotthehell

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make The Underworld.

Nearly Every Night Before I Go To Bed I Ask Myself, "have I Vibrated In Tune With The Infinite Today, Or Have I Failed?

The Things That I Can't Have I Want, And What I Have Seems Second-rate, The Things I Want To Do I Can't, And What I Have To Do I Hate.

It Is Better To Be A Part Of Beauty For One Instant And Then Cease To Exist Than To Exist Forever And Never Be A Part Of Beauty