Happiness Is A Small And

The Sinister Nature Of The American Soil Is Apparent In Places Like Gettysburg. Fertilize It With The Blood Of Heros, And It Brings Forth A Frozen-custard Stand.

You Can't Enjoy Light Verse With A Heavy Heart.

The Twentieth Century Seems Afflicted By A Gigantic... Power Failure. Powerlessness And The Sense Of Powerlessness May Be The Environmental Disease Of The Age.

Life Is Always Walking Up To Us And Saying, "come On In, The Living's Fine," And What Do We Do? Back Off And Take Its Picture.

I Frankly Admit To Not Knowing Who I Am. This Is Why I Refuse To Buy Clothes That Will Tell People Who I Want Them To Think I Am.