The More One Is Hated, I Find,

Troubles Are As Endless As Pleasures Are Brief.

To Philosophize Is Only Another Way Of Being Afraid And Leads Hardly Anywhere But To Cowardly Make-believe.

In My Room I'd Barely Closed My Eyes When The Blonde From The Movie House Came Along And Sang Her Whole Song Of Sorrow Just For Me. I Helped Her Put Me To Sleep, So To Speak, And Succeeded Pretty Well... I Wasn't Entirely Alone... It's Not Possible To Sleep Alone.

The Plain Truth, I May As Well Admit It, Is That I've Never Been Really Right In The Head.

My Trouble Is Insomnia. If I Had Always Slept Properly, I'd Never Have Written A Line.