I Think We Are All Of Us

Sex Is A Slotmachine.

Git An Eyeful Of Cesspool Alley The Land Of Opportunity.

A Writer ... Whittles At The Words And Phrases Of Today And Makes Of Them Forms To Set The Mind Of Tomorrow's Generation.

Talk Is A Pure Art. Its Only Limits Are The Patience Of Listeners Who, When They Get Tired, Can Always Pay For Their Coffee Or Change It With A Friendly Waiter And Walk Out.

It Is A Most Curious Experience For A Man Of Seventy-two To Be Confronted With The Greenhorn Enthusiasms Of His Youth. Young People Think They Are So Smart. Alas The Doctrines They Spout With Such Fervor Turn Out To Be Mostly Parroted From Their Elders.