The Horror Of The Twentieth Century Was

In America Few People Will Trust You Unless You Are Irreverent.

Decade After Decade, Artists Came To Paint The Light Of Provincetown, And Comparisons Were Made To The Lagoons Of Venice And The Marshes Of Holland, But Then The Summer Ended And Most Of The Painters Left, And The Long Dingy Undergarment Of The Gray New England Winter, Gray As The Spirit Of My Mood, Came Down To Visit.

You Have The Right To Speak Your Mind.

Once A Newspaper Touches A Story, The Facts Are Lost Forever, Even To The Protagonists.

Patterned After An Italian Renaissance Palace, It Is 88 Times As Large And One Millionth As Valuable To The Continuation Of Man. That Pentagon Of Traveling Salesmen.