Any Asshole Can Write A Tone-row. It

When The Thunder Rumbles, Now The Age Of Gold Is Dead. When The Dreams We've Clung To Trying To Stay Young, Have Left Us Parched And Old Instead. When My Courage Crumbles, When I Feel Confused And Frail, When My Spirit Falters On Decaying Altars And My Illusions Fail -- I Go On Right Then. I Go On Again. I Go On To Say I Will Celebrate Another Day. I Go On. If Tomorrow Tumbles And Everything I Love Is Gone, I Will Face Regret All My Days, And Yet I Will Still Go On.

Our Most Emotionally Active Life Is Lived In Our Dreams, And Our Cells Renew Themselves Most Industriously In Sleep. We Reach Highest In Meditation, And Farthest In Prayer. In Stillness Every Human Being Is Great; He Is Free From The Experience Of Hostility; He Is A Poet, And Most Like An Angel.

...we Can All Shut-up And Go Back To Our Caves.

I Have Two Answers To Everything And One Answer To Nothing.

Technique Is Communication: The Two Words Are Synonymous In Conductors.