Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-
Looks like what drives me crazyDon't have no effect on you--But I'm gonna keep on at itTill it drives you crazy, too.
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
Life is for the living.Death is for the dead.Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Pleasured equallyIn seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seekingAnd finding.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to seeThat without the dust the rainbowWould not be.
Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people - the beauty within themselves.
I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas
Hold fast to dreamsfor if dreams dielife is a broken-winged birdthat can not fly.Hold fast to dreamsfor when dreams golife is a barren fieldfrozen with snow.
Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry--I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.
So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on.I could've died for love--But for livin' I was born.
I stay cool, and dig all jive, That's the way I stay alive.My motto, as I live and learn, isDig and be dugIn return.
