Miscellaneous

All music is folk music, I ain't never heard no horse sing a song

All music is folk music, I ain't never heard no horse sing a song

I see trees of green........ red roses tooI see ’em bloom..... for me and for youAnd I think to myself.... read more

I see trees of green........ red roses tooI see ’em bloom..... for me and for youAnd I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.I see skies of blue..... clouds of whiteBright blessed days....dark sacred nightsAnd I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the skyAre also on the faces.....of people ..going byI see friends shaking hands.....sayin’.. how do you doThey’re really sayin’......I love you.

I got a simple rule about everybody. If you don't treat me right / shame on you!

I got a simple rule about everybody. If you don't treat me right / shame on you!

The function of genius is to furnish cretins with ideas twenty years later.

The function of genius is to furnish cretins with ideas twenty years later.

Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?

Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?

Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be read more

Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.

O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have read more

O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, read more

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts.

I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and read more

I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.

Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our read more

Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.