How science dwindles, and how volumes swell, How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun!

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

The strength of your mind determines the depth of your desperation! The weaker the mind, the deeper the desperation!

Just as I'd realize that I couldn't keep lying to her because I was in love with her, She'd realize that you can't love a lie."Preston Drake - "Just for Now

What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.

I often say fame is kind of like a drug or like sugar: when it's controlling you it doesn't feel good at all.

Clint Eastwood has always been a hero.

Throwing water balloons wakes you up!

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

I think all musicians should understand that you have chosen not to be a soldier but a musician.

I can't speak for what other artists should do. I can only tell you how I live.

Language is an old-growth forest of the mind.