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My Period As A Young Teenager When You Really Listen To Music So You Can Get Understand A Little Bit More About What The Music Is Was, Say, 1965 To 1968. I Was Just Lucky To Be In Those Times.

Art Consists Of Reshaping Life But It Does Not Create Life, Nor Cause Life.

If Man Merely Sat Back And Thought About His Impending Termination, And His Terrifying Insignificance And Aloneness In The Cosmos, He Would Surely Go Mad, Or Succumb To A Numbing Sense Of Futility. Why, He Might Ask Himself, Should He Bother To Write A Great Symphony, Or Strive To Make A Living, Or Even To Love Another, When He Is No More Than A Momentary Microbe On A Dust Mote Whirling Through The Unimaginable Immensity Of Space?

All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy.

Suppose By Chance You Do Get Picked Up. What Have You Done? You Shot A Horse; That Isn't First Degree Murder; In Fact, It Isn't Even Murder; In Fact, I Don't Know What It Is.