I'm The End Of The Line; Absurd

Few Occasions Are As Joyous To Small Children As Funerals, Almost Better Than The Big Wedding Blowouts That Take Place At Night When It's Hard To Stay Awake. A Small Boy Will Never Be Harshly Criticized At A Funeral; He Is More Treasured As Death Comes Close And All His Wickedness Vanishes Before The Inescapable Fact That Thank God, He Is Healthy.

Everything We Are Is At Every Moment Alive In Us.

The Word "now" Is Like A Bomb Through The Window, And It Ticks.

I Don't Know A Critic Who Penetrates The Center Of Anything.

It Is Time That We, Who Are Without Kings, Took Up This Bright Thread Of Our History And Followed It To The Only Place It Can Possibly Lead In Our Time-the Heart And Spirit Of The Average Man.