To The Children And The

A Sociable Smile Is Nothing But A Mouth Full Of Teeth.

The Air Was So Sweet In New Orleans It Seemed To Come In Soft Bandannas; And You Could Smell The River And Really Smell The People, And Mud, And Molasses, And Every Kind Of Tropical Exhalation, With Your Nose Suddenly Removed From The Dry Ices Of A Northern Winter.

Maybe That's What Life Is... A Wink Of The Eye And Winking Stars.

If Moderation Is A Fault, Then Indifference Is A Crime.

The Truth Of The Matter Is We Don't Understand Our Women; We Blame On Them And It's All Our Fault.