In My Medicine Cabinet, The Winter Fly

Life Must Be Rich And Full Of Loving--it's No Good Otherwise, No Good At All, For Anyone.

La Is The Loneliest And Most Brutal Of American Cities; Ny Gets God-awful Cold In The Winter But There's A Feeling Of Wacky Comradeship Somewhere In Some Streets. La Is A Jungle.

It Is Possible For The Human Spirit To Win After All.

My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In The Passions I Have, But In My Lack Of Control Of Them.

What Difference Does It Make After All?--anonymity In The World Of Men Is Better Than Fame In Heaven, For What’s Heaven? What’s Earth? All In The Mind.