I Can See How, Given

I Don't Have A Great Intellect, And I Can't Compete With People Who Do. I Feel Certain Things. And All I Know, And All I Can Do, Is What I Feel.

It's Funny - People Think Analysis Or Psychiatry Is Mad, And They Go To Church.

It's Not A Gift Of Mine, But One Given To Me, To Be Able To Criticise Myself And Not Be Crushed, By Myself Or By Others.

The One Natural Gift I Have Is Easy Access. That's The Only Natural I Gift I Have At All. You Have To Have That, The Third Eye.

In New York In The Forties Or Fifties, Everybody's In A Suit, An Overcoat And A Hat.