Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening

When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World I Landed In The Crib Of Negroism.

There's Two Things Everybody Got To Find Out For Themselves: They Got To Find Out About Love, And They Got To Find Out About Living. Now, Love Is Like The Sea. It's A Moving Thing. And It's Different On Every Shore. And Living... Well... There Are Years That Ask Questions And Years That Answer.

Grab The Broom Of Anger And Drive Off The Beast Of Fear.

I Have The Nerve To Walk My Own Way, However Hard, In My Search For Reality, Rather Than Climb Upon The Rattling Wagon Of Wishful Illusions.

It Seems That Tears And Laughter, Love And Hate, Make Up The Sum Of Life!