But then one regrets the loss even of one's worst habits. Perhaps one regrets them the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality.

Ever since I met you I have admired you more than any girl...I have ever met since...I met you.

Whenever they say it can't be done$$$ remind them that they make a jellybean that tastes exactly like popcorn.

A chestnut-haired child<br>Cheering up$$$ went<br>and stood in his stall.<br>And took the whole incident<br>like a young colt <br>- and to live seemed worthwhile$$$<br>and to labor$$$<br>worthy.

How dare you say it's nothing to me? Baby$$$ you're the only light I ever saw.

The attitude of the American to the dollar contains poetry.

On I'll pass$$$<br>dragging my huge love behind me.<br>On what<br>feverish night$$$ deliria-ridden$$$<br>by what Goliaths was I begot<br>I$$$ so big<br>and by no one needed?

There's no grandfatherly fondness in me$$$<br>There are no gray hairs in my soul!<br>Shaking the world with my voice and grinning$$$<br>I pass you by$$$ - handsome$$$<br>Twentytwoyearold.

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.

The theory of Communists may be summed up in the single sentence: Abolition of private property.