Well, It's Always Been My Nature To

How Many Years Can Some People Exist Before They're Allowed To Be Free.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

I Was So Much Older Then; I'm Younger Than That Now. From The Back Pages

It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

Art Is The Perpetual Motion Of Illusion. The Highest Purpose Of Art Is To Inspire. What Else Can You Do? What Else Can You Do For Any One But Inspire Them?