O God, Let Me Write Books! Please,

But Youth Isn't Happy. Youth Is Sadder Than Age.

But, Of Course Only Morons Would Ever Think Or Speak Of Themselves As Intellectuals. That's Why They All Look So Sad.

The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To Be Those Who Are Making Trouble.

You Can't Fit The Same Religion To Every Man Any Mo' Than You Can The Same Pair Of Breeches. The Big Man Takes The Big Breeches An' The Little Man Takes The Small Ones, An' It's Jest The Same With Religion. It May Be Cut After One Pattern, But It's Might Apt To Get Its Shape From The Wearer Inside. Why, Thar Ain't Any Text So Peaceable That It Ain't Drawn Blood From Somebody.

Preserve, Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reverie.