His Heart, Like Mine, Was

The Best Musicians Transpose Consciousness Into Sound; Painters Do The Same For Color And Shape.

Nobody's Easier To Fool, Than The Person Who Is Convinced That He Is Right.

And As We Live Our Lives We Discover - Drawing Toward Us The Thin Threads Attached To Each - What Has Been Lost. I Closed My Eyes And Tried To Bring To Mind As Many Beautiful Lost Things As I Could. Drawing Them Closer, Holding On To Them.

Some People Can Work Their Butts Off And Never Get What They're Aiming For While Others Can Get It Without Any Effort At All.

[but] We Accept Irony Through A Device Called Metaphor. And Through That We Grow And Become Deeper Human Beings.