I Didn't Know The Inner

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.

And He Paddled Away In His Douche Canoe.

What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This Business Of Being Alive.

A Pamphlet, No Matter How Good, Is Never Read More Than Once, But A Song Is Learned By Heart And Repeated Over And Over. And I Maintain That If A Person Can Put A Few Common Sense Facts Into A Song And Dress Them Up In A Cloak Of Humor, He Will Succeed In Reaching A Great Number Of Workers Who Are Too Unintelligent Or Too Indifferent To Read.

Innocence Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be, You Know. Innocent Little Kids Rip The Wings Off Flies, Because They Don’t Know Any Better. That’s Innocence