my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure. Letter to Stanley Hart White (January 1929)

Bob Dylan

California (17 December 1965), as seen and heard in No Direction Home. Bob Dylan: I do know what my songs are about. Playboy: And what's that? Bob Dylan: Oh

Elton John

changed direction and I'll have to leave. Won't you please excuse my frankness, but it's not my cup of tea. Holy Moses I have been deceived. Border Song Now

Birds

Reported without attribution in Beadle's Dime Song Book (New York: Beadle & Co., 1859), no. 5, p. 11 Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood. John Heywood

William Blake

white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light. The Little Black Boy, st. 1 And we are put on earth a little space

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