How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.

Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want

If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk

Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride.

Many people spend the ends of their lives alone, and probably a lot of years in the middle of their lives, and I'm glad I had the opportunity to experience the rewards of solitude.

Now no one will listen to songs. The prophesied days have begun. Latest poem of mine, the world has lost its wonder, Don't break my heart, don't ring out.

Trust is the glue that holds an org together & the lubricant that moves it forward.

The system shaves the dice on the side of those with money and power, and anyone who believes otherwise deserves anything that happens to him.

Just be yourself and one day you will find someone who loves you for everything you are, flaws or no flaws.

Society highly values its normal man. It educates children to lose themselves and to become absurd, and thus to be normal.

I do not see how it is possible for an intelligent human being to conclude that the Song of Solomon is the work of God, and that the tragedy of Lear was the work of an uninspired man.

We're playing the same songs, the same way, that we have for years.

Convince your enemy that he will gain very little by attacking you; this will diminish his enthusiasm

I'm Sinatra, I'm Frank Sinatra in disguise.