It all ends in tears anyway.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.
You can’t teach the old maestro a new tune.[repeated line]
You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.
You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
When you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what they’ve been doing they weren’t sure it was right – lambies all over the world.
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.
We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.
We all must admit that everything is fine and there’s no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we’re not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.
