O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.

I hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company.

Happiness is a fresh flower!

Luck relies on chance, labor on character.

When 5150 came out rock was king. Post Nirvana and Pearl Jam 1996 is a different story.

The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.

Hunting after happiness is like hunting after a lost sheep in the wilderness--when you find it, the chances are that it is a skeleton.

Strength of numbers is the delight of the timid. The Valiant in spirit glory in fighting alone.

I’d rather just think of everything positively.

In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.

The thing is some girls think they can actually change guys

The sound is very much always in my head, I have to get the sound out of my head onto the recording.