To An Old Man Any Place That's

When Everything Is Easy One Quickly Gets Stupid.

It Is Quiet Here And Restful And The Air Is Delicious. There Are Gardens Everywhere And Police Spies Lie In The Bushes. There Are Nightingales In Every Garden, But Police Spies Only In Mine, I Think. They Sit Under My Windows In The Darkness Of The Night And Try To Get A Glimpse Of How I Spread Sedition In Russia.

Everything Which Is Good In Me Should Be Credited To Books.

Keep Reading Books, But Remember That A Book’s Only A Book, And You Should Learn To Think For Yourself.

In The Maxim Of The Past You Cannot Go Anywhere.