I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.

Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.