Cry Pretty, Pretty, Pretty And You'll Be

If A Lady Comes Up To You And Tells You That Your Dear Mama Is Lying In A Faint On The Pavement Round The Corner, Don't You Believe Her, Don't Have Anything To Do With Her, Do Not Go With Her Into The Cab. It Is The White Slave Traffic.

My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers, I Used To Swing Like This For Hours, I Did Not Care For War Or Death, I Was Glad To Draw My Breath.

One Never Knows Really How Things Are With Other People, They Just Do Always Seem More Spirited Than Oneself Somehow.

There Can Be No Good Art That Is International. Art To Be Vigorous And Gesund Must Use The Material At Hand.

This Is The Simplest Of All Thoughts, That Death Must Come When We Call, Although He Is A God.