Something You Have To Make...it's All Work,

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.

Life Would Die Without Poets, And Democracy Must Have Its Spellbinders.

Love Doesn't Grow On Trees Like Apples In Eden - It's Something You Have To Make. And You Must Use Your Imagination Too.

The Will Is Never Free - It Is Always Attached To An Object, A Purpose. It Is Simply The Engine In The Car - It Can't Steer

A Perfect God Is The Creation Of A Conceited Man