Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar, My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.

Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.

Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.

Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.

To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.

O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!

O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!

We've tried to live in balance with nature long enough. This time nature went too far. As soon as you and your fiance are safely out of here, I'm calling in an air strike to napalm this whole forest.

But there was nothing in the darkness. Only rain, and fire and the past.

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.

People say I think too much about women, yet, after all what is there more important to think about?

Superheroes allow their capes to hang off their backs; but our Superwomen choose to wrap them around their heads.

... what is great poetry, after all, but the continuation of the human voice after death?

I move from realism to fantasy without the spectator ever noticing.

The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its evil and good are perpetually within us.

A sense of humor judges one's actions and the actions of others from a wider reference. It pardons shortcomings, it consoles failure.