But in my imagination this whole thing developed and I started mixing up old folk songs with the Beatles beat and taking them down to Greenwich Village and playing them for the people there.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Now a soft kiss - Aye by that kiss I vow an endless bliss.
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither...
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive a thing which enters into one's soul...
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
