God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

Discipline and constant work are the whetstones upon which the dull knife of talent is honed until it becomes sharp enough, hopefully, to cut through even the toughest meat and gristle.

I have no opinion. No, none at all. Opinion is politics, and politics is an evil which has caused many a fellow to be hung while he's still young and pretty.

Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.

Time is a face on the water.

And poets, in my view, and I think the view of most people, do speak God's language - it's better, it's finer, it's language on a higher plane than ordinary people speak in their daily lives.

Kill if you will, but command me nothing!