The Smile Was So Painfully

She May Be Lying In Bed Reading A Book, She May Be Making Love With A Prize Fighter, Or She May Be Running Like Mad Through A Field Of Stubble, One Shoe One, One Shoe Off, A Man Named Corn Cob Pursuing Her Hotly. Wherever She Is I Am Standing In Complete Darkness; Her Absence Blots Me Out.

In Every Man's Heart There Is Anchored A Little Schooner.

It Isn't The Oceans Which Cut Us Off From The World - It's The American Way Of Looking At Things.

Until We Accept The Fact That Life Itself Is Founded In Mystery, We Shall Learn Nothing.

The Full And Joyful Acceptance Of The Worst In Oneself May Be The Only Sure Way Of Transforming It.