E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers Came.

Only Music Has The Ability To Take You To The Edge Of Reality And Allow You To Peek In For A Moment.

There Is But One Way I Know Of Conversing Safely With All Men; That Is, Not By Concealing What We Say Or Do, But By Saying Or Doing Nothing That Deserves To Be Concealed.

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.