I just can't seem to write songs about peace and love. Yeah right how do you get that?
Nature is a petrified magic city.
To become properly acquainted with a truth we must first have disbelieved it...
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Learning is pleasurable but doing is the height of enjoyment.
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...
