The Rest Of My Life Will Be

I Portray Myself As Wicked, Hoping I Will Not Be Regarded As Wicked. But I May Be Wicked In The Biblical Sense

I Always See About Six Scuffles A Night When I Come To San Francisco. That's One Of The Town's Charms.

The Public Has Always Expected Me To Be A Playboy, And A Decent Chap Never Lets His Public Down.

Man's Indecency To Man All Over The World Rules Out The Idea Of Humanity As An Actuality. It Is A Dream Of Young Idealists. In Practice A Misnomer

I Allow Myself To Be Understood As A Colorful Fragment In A Drab World.