Follow the grain in your own wood.
God, eldest of Poets.
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.
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.
On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne'er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I.
I had this idea when I was in the hospital,. . It seems like every year I always have different people come and ask for a Christmas song and it seemed strangely appropriate for me this year because Christmas is the time that I am supposed to be sort of back and up and running and whatnot. So I just wrote a song about returning from this very interesting journey and kind of getting back to normal and getting back to work and my regular life.
All of a sudden, I was hearing stories about how difficult I was to work with, ridiculous rumors about drugs and what a diva I was. I never had to go to rehab or a program.
Rewrite your major goals every day, in the present tense, exactly as if they already existed
Needless to say, I love the interaction between the sexes; it is a natural part of life and I love women. I just think that when sex is used as a form of blackmail or power, it's a repugnant use of one of God's gifts.