Dear, Sweet, Unforgettable Childhood!

If I Had Listened To The Critics I'd Have Died Drunk In The Gutter

Without A Knowledge Of Languages You Feel As If You Don't Have A Passport.

You Ask Me What Life Is. That's Like Asking What A Carrot Is. A Carrot Is A Carrot, And There's Nothing More To Know.

Life Is A Vexatious Trap; When A Thinking Man Reaches Maturity And Attains To Full Consciousness He Cannot Help Feeling That He Is In A Trap From Which There Is No Escape.

We Shall Find Peace. We Shall Hear Angels, We Shall See The Sky Sparkling With Diamonds.