So Janie Waited A Bloom Time, And

I Have Been In Sorrow's Kitchen And Licked Out All The Pots. Then I Have Stood On The Peaky Mountain Wrapped In Rainbows, With A Harp And Sword In My Hands.

You Heard Me. You Ain't Blind.

Silence Is All The Genius A Fool Has.

Truth Is A Letter From Courage!

Everybody Has Some Special Road Of Thought Along Which They Travel When They Are Alone To Themselves. And His Road Of Thought Is What Makes Every Man What He Is.