The Best Thing You Can Give Is

We Don't Belong Here, But In The Spiritual Sky: As L'm Fated For The Material World, Get Frustrated In The Material World, Senses Never Gratified, Only Swelling Like A Tide, That Could Drown Me In The Material World.

I Don't Wear Small Shoes, Or Tight Pants That Squash Your Balls.

I Don't Believe In Telling All To The Public, But I Feel A Certain Gratitude To Them For Having Provided Me With A Fine Material Base That Enables Me To Do Pretty Much What I Want, Possibly, For The Rest Of My Life.

I Don't Mind Anybody Dropping Out Of Anything, But It's The Imposition On Somebody Else I Don't Like. The Moment You Start Dropping Out And Then Begging Off Somebody Else To Help You, Then It's No Good. It Doesn't Matter What You Are As Long As You Work.

You Can Be Standing Right In Front Of The Truth And Not Necessarily See It, And People Only Get It When They're Ready To Get It.