Sing because this is a food our starving world needs. Laugh because that is the purest sound.
The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.
This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.
The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine...that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.
Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!
Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days