Let's Not Be Narrow, Nasty, And Negative.

Gin And Drugs, Dear Lady, Gin And Drugs.

What Is True, Is True Only For One Time And Only For One Place.

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation. Here The Impossible Union Of Spheres Of Existence Is Actual. Here The Past And Future Are Conquered And Reconciled.

I Think We Are In Rats’ Alley Where The Dead Men Lost Their Bones.

Here Were Decent Godless People; Their Only Monument The Asphalt Road And A Thousand Lost Golf Balls.