Something I owe to the soil that grew-More to the life that fed-But most to Allah who gave me two Separate sides of my head. I would go without shirt or shoes, Friends, tobacco, or bread Sooner than for an instant lose Either side of my head.

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.

For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.

The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.