Oh, I have walked in Kansas Through many a harvest field, And piled the sheaves of glory there And down the wild rows reeled: Each sheaf a little yel….
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down..
I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, ye….
I'm happy to be here. I'm happy to be anywhere. I'm not kidding..
Science is nothing more than a neverending search for the truth..
Ah, love. A dreadful bond! And yet, so easily severed..
Things are not always as they appear to be as..
I would also do everything possible to take out their leadership..
Because love, love never finishes..
By nature, I am a materialist... It is exactly these impingements upon our sense of touch and so forth that I'm interested in..
There's part of me that is a strict materialist..
Instead of speaking saintly words we must act them..
The love of power excludes all others..
I intend to be me. Whatever that is..
We've got to get in to get out..
What we love in others we not only awaken in others, but we develop those very things more or less in ourselves..
How do you see those tree?... They are yellow. Well then put down yellow. And that shadow is rather blue. So render it with pure ultramarine. Those r….
He who has no faith in others shall find no faith in them..
My character was obnoxious, had stinky feet and wore things like purple tights and a yellow top. I hated the clothes..
I have wished you something None of the others would..
I am here wrongfully convicted and wrongfully sentenced..