Work Hard, Do The Best You Can,

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.

It Is My Considered Opinion That The Human Race (soi Disant) Is Cruel, Idiotic, Sentimental, Predatory, Ungrateful, Ugly, Conceited And Egocentric To The Last Ditch And That The Occasional Discovery Of An Isolated Exception Is As Deliciously Surprising As Finding A Sudden Brazil Nut In What You Know To Be Five Pounds Of Vanilla Creams. These Glorious Moments, Although Not Making Life Actually Worth Living, Perhaps, At Least Make It Pleasanter.

My Importance To The World Is Relatively Small. On The Other Hand, My Importance To Myself Is Tremendous. I Am All I Have To Work With, To Play With, To Suffer And To Enjoy. It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But Of My Own. I Do Not Intend To Let Myself Down More Than I Can Possibly Help, And I Find That The Fewer Illusions I Have About Myself Or The World Around Me, The Better Company I Am For Myself.

I See Her As One Great Stampede Of Lips Directed At The Nearest Derriere.

I'll Go Through Life Either First Class Or Third, But Never In Second.