To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.

Nobody Can Save You But Yourself. You Will Be Put Again And Again Into Nearly Impossible Situations. They Will Attempt Again And Again Through Subterfuge, Guise And Force To Make You Submit, Quit And/or Die Quietly Inside. Nobody Can Save You But Yourself

I Hid In Bars, Because I Didn't Want To Hide In Factories.

And Our Few Good Times Will Be Rare Because We Have The Critical Sense And Are Not Easy To Fool With Laughter

The Tigers Have Found Me And I Do Not Care.