I have a skin disorder that destroys the pigmentation of the skin, it's something that I cannot help, OK?
Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.
God, eldest of Poets.
In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.
Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.
Mankind apparently find it easier to drive away adversity than to retain prosperity.
At Thanksgiving, my mom always makes too much food, especially one item, like 700 or 800 pounds of sweet potatoes. She's got to push it during the meal. "Did you get some sweet potatoes? There's sweet potatoes. They're hot. There's more in the oven, some more in the garage. The rest are at the Johnson's. "
The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world. . . What it hasn't got is not worth having.