The truth--a hideous spectacle!

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.

All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.

[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world. t

Prosperity makes friends and adversity tries tliem.

However, there's no theme or concept behind Heathen, just a number of songs but somehow there is a thread that runs through it that is quite as strong as any of my thematic type albums.

It's also important to develop a burden for the lost.

Mysticism cuts through bullshit, and it takes you right there to the experience. Everything in your life is eventually set up as a pragmatic energy flow into the light.

If you don't look ahead, you'll always be behind.

It is impossible to fully comprehend the evil that would have conjured up such a cowardly and depraved assault upon thousands of innocent people.

With artists of my own generation there was at first no group identity - and never a clique.

When air is charged with emotions, an attempt to teach is often perceived as a form of judgment and rejection.

I--though heart might find relief Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief What seems most welcome in the tomb--play a predestined part. Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.