Nothing Quite Like It. The Feeling Of

Friends Have Asked How I Came To Engender This American Antagonism. My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them. Secondly, I Was Opposed To The Committee On Un-american Activities - A Dishonest Phrase To Begin With, Elastic Enough To Wrap Around The Throat And Strangle The Voice Of Any American Citizen Whose Honest Opinion Is A Minority Of One.

Beauty Is An Omnipresence Of Death And Loveliness, A Smiling Sadness That We Discern In Nature And All Things, A Mystic Communion That The Poet Feels.

We Think Too Much And Feel Too Little.

I Do Not Need Drugs To Be A Genius, Do Not Take A Genius To Be Human, But I Need Your Smile To Be Happy.

We Must Laugh In The Face Of Our Helplessness Against The Forces Of Nature, Or Go Insane.