I am for people. I can't help it.
A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.
I'm an old sinner. Nothing shocks me.
I am what I am: an individual, unique and different, with a lineal history of ancestral promptings and urgings, a history of dreams, desires, and of special experiences, all of which I am the sum total.
In the end, everything is a gag.
Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone