I Have Nothing To Say For Myself,

If The Workers Took A Notion They Could Stop All Speeding Trains; Every Ship Upon The Ocean They Can Tie With Mighty Chains.

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.

Gold Don't Come Off. What's Good Stays Good No Matter How Much Of A Beating It Takes.

I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In Our Tree House Of The Mind.

Music [is] The Third Rail Of Life. You Grabbed It To Shock Yourself Out Of The Dull Drag Of Hours. To Feel Something. To Burn With All The Emotions You Didn't Get To Experience In The Ordinary Run Of School, Tv, And Loading The Dishwasher After Dinner.