My Pain May Be The Reason For

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

I Remain Just One Thing, And One Thing Only - And That Is A Clown. It Places Me On A Far Higher Plane Than Any Politician.

Ability To Think, Like The Violin Or Piano, Requires Daily Practice

In Philadelphia, I Inadvertently Came Upon An Edition Of Robert Ingersoll's Essays And Lectures. This Was An Exciting Discovery; His Atheism Confirmed My Own Belief That The Horrific Cruelty Of The Old Testament Was Degrading To The Human Spirit.

Over The Years I Have Discovered That Ideas Come Through An Intense Desire For Them; Continually Desiring, The Mind Becomes A Watchtower On The Lookout For Incidents That May Excite The Imagination.