No Man Likes To Be Smoked Out

In Art As In Life, Form And Subject, Body And Soul, Are One.

I Must Confess That I Know Nothing Whatsoever About True Underlying Reality, Never Having Met Any.

To The Intelligent Man Or Woman, Life Appears Infinitely Mysterious. But The Stupid Have An Answer For Every Question.

The Distrust Of Wit Is The Beginning Of Tyranny.

Jack Kerouac, Like A Sick Refrigerator, Worked Too Hard At Keeping Cool And Died On His Mama's Lap From Alcohol And Infantilism.