It Is Of Men, And

The Novel Can't Compete With Cars, The Movies, Television, And Liquor. A Guy Who's Had A Good Feed And Tanked Up On Good Wine Gives His Old Lady A Kiss After Supper And His Day Is Over. Finished.

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You; Whatever Happens, You've Got To Look As If You Were Awfully Busy All The Time Doing Something That's Terribly Exciting - Or He'll Come Along And Nibble Your Brain.

I'd Seen Too Many Troubling Things To Be Easy In My Mind. I Knew Too Much And Not Enough. I'd Better Go Out, I Said To Myself, I'd Better Go Out Again.

Life Must Go On, Even If It's No Joke...just Pretend To Believe In The Future.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.