Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares.

But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills.

A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet.

I wandered by the brookside, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still.

Like I say, the way I write songs is, you know, inspirational. I have to wait for it to happen. And when it happens I get lines, and I just write them down, yo…

I don't have a technique. I've never been a believer in having one set technique on how to act. There are no rules and there is no rulebook. At the end of the …

Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other.