The Poets Of Each Generation Seldom Sing

The Real World Is Not Easy To Live In. It Is Rough; It Is Slippery. Without The Most Clear-eyed Adjustments We Fall And Get Crushed. A Man Must Stay Sober; Not Always, But Most Of The Time.

Reason Is The Servant Of Instinct.

Every Maiden's Weak And Willin' When She Meets The Proper Villian.

The Egg It Is The Source Of All To Everyone's Ancestral Hall.

A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is-- Blind Or Not-- A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe.