Come, let us make love deathless.

Come, let us make love deathless, thou and I, Seeing that our footing on the Earth is brief- Seeing that her multitudes sweep out to die Mocking at all that passes their belief.

The conversations of men had always been muddy rivers, the surface's roiling a reflection of what's buried, but the bottom some mysterious thing that would always be hidden.

Connection with yourself only comes in moments of silence.

The more Chaotic I am, the more complete I am.

Communicating is a bit of a problem. Playing in New York is great but there are times when I feel a long way from home.

Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream.

I only give expression to the instincts from my soul.

it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.

The human race is inquisitive about other people's lives, but negligent to correct their own.

Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.

There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold.