Lay Me On An Anvil, O God.

Yesterday And Tomorrow Cross And Mix On The Skyline. The Two Are Lost In A Purple Haze. One Forgets, One Waits.

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.

I Won't Take My Religion From Any Man Who Never Works Except With His Mouth.

Beware Of Advice-even This.

It Is Necessary Now And Then For A Man To Go Away By Himself And Experience Loneliness; To Sit On A Rock In The Forest And To Ask Of Himself, 'who Am I, And Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?'...if One Is Not Careful, One Allows Diversions To Take Up One's Time-the Stuff Of Life