Creating some god for one's inspirations was always a good way to avoid accusations of pride should the scheme succeed, as well as the blame if did not.

Here's a health to our Captain, so gallant and freeWhether stuck on a rock or asleep 'neath a treeOr rolled in the arms of some nymph of the seaWhich is where we would all like to be, man!

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat -It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds even if it is the salt of the earth.

I was now resolved to do everything in my power to defeat the system.

I’ve elected to age gracefully.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden-in all the places.

No composer has yet caught this rhythm of America - it is too mighty for the ears of most.

I am not to be defined. I am all things. I am the queen of everything. Every woman is.

A property of an organism enters into its life (and survival) in many different ways, some more salient than others. But there is no simple notion of its being "for" some function.

I have a great relationship with my parents. I have not been on lithium.