When Pleasure is at the bar the jury is not impartial.
When a man's life is under debate, The judge can ne'er too long deliberate.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
I definitely had some moments, where, "Wow, these were some hard chords" on some gig.
I'm scared that if I collaborated on something with somebody, I would be in some way losing my own contact with what I was going and tempting fate.
We got a wonderful present from Stalin and Hitler that they never meant to give us. We were immune for 60 years or so to aggression, racism and militarism. They made us partly immune to these things. Now it appears this Stalin-Hitler present has reached its expiration date. We were spoiled by this. So maybe we are just emerging out of a relatively golden age.
It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things, provided you were bad enough to be funny.