The Air Was Soft, The Stars So

When You've Understood This Scripture, Throw It Away. If You Can't Understand This Scripture, Throw It Away. I Insist On Your Freedom.

I'm Catholic And I Can't Commit Suicide, But I Plan To Drink Myself To Death.

I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except My Own Confusion.

Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My Worries.

Return Those Shoes To The Shoemaker Return This Hand To My Father This Pillow To The Pillowmaker Those Slippers To The Shop. That Wainscot To The Carpenter, But My Mind My Tranquil And Eternal Mind Return It To Whom?