The Creative Genius Begins In The Idle

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

People Never Really Died. They Only Went On To A Better Place, To Wait A While For Their Loved Ones To Join Them. And Then Once More They Went Back To The World, In The Same Way They Had Arrived The First Time Around.

I Don't Think She's Ever Coming Back.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

What Is Normal? Normal Is Only Ordinary; Mediocre. Life Belongs To The Rare, Exceptional Individual Who Dares To Be Different.