Why Are They Sad And Glad And

Sometimes You Will Never Know The Value Of Something,until It Becomes A Memory.

Be Grateful You’re Not In The Forest In France Where The Average Young Person Just Hasn’t A Chance To Escape From The Perilous Pants Eating Plants But Your Pants Are Safe, You’re A Fortunate Guy You Ought To Be Shouting How Lucky Am I

Adults Are Obsolete Children.

Unslumping Yourself Is Not Easily Done.

You Can Get So Confused That You'll Start In To Race Down Long Wiggled Roads At A Break-necking Pace And Grind On For Miles Across Weirdish Wild Space, Headed, I Fear, Toward A Most Useless Place. The Waiting Place.