The Cause Of The World's Woe Is

The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.

I Realized These Were All The Snapshots Which Our Children Would Look At Someday With Wonder, Thinking Their Parents Had Lived Smooth, Well-ordered Lives And Got Up In The Morning To Walk Proudly On The Sidewalks Of Life, Never Dreaming The Raggedy Madness And Riot Of Our Actual Lives, Our Actual Night, The Hell Of It, The Senseless Emptiness.

It's Hard To Explain And Best Thing To Do Is Not Be False.

Rest And Be Kind, You Don't Have To Prove Anything

I Don't Know, I Don't Care, And It Doesn't Make Any Difference.