here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

twice I have lived forever in a smile

The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

Progress is a comfortable disease.

Nobody loses all the time.