Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream.

Come On, You Do You Want To Live Forever?

Come Clean With A Child Heart Laugh As Peaches In The Summer Wind Let Rain On A House Roof Be A Song Let The Writing On Your Face Be A Smell Of Apple Orchards On Late June.

Pile The Bodies High At Austerlitz And Waterloo. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work. I Am The Grass. I Cover All.

There Are Ten Men In Me And I Do Not Know Or Understand One Of Them.

Back Of Every Mistaken Venture And Defeat Is The Laughter Of Wisdom, If You Listen.