Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown

In These Times You Have To Be An Optimist To Open Your Eyes When You Awake In The Morning.

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

So I Turn Once More To Those Who Sneer At This My City, And I Give Them Back The Sneer And Say To Them: Come And Show Me Another City With Lifted Head Singing So Proud To Be Alive And Coarse And Strong And Cunning.

There Is A Formal Poetry Perfect Only In Form?the Number Of Syllables, The Designated And Required Stresses Of Accent, The Rhymes If Wantedthey Come Off With The Skill Of A Solved Crossword Puzzle.

A Liar Is A Liar And Lives On The Lies He Tells And Dies In A Life Of Lies.