Silence Is All The Genius

Some People Could Look At A Mud Puddle And See An Ocean With Ships.

When We Sing The Blues, We're Singin' Out Our Hearts, We're Singing Out Our Feelings. Maybe We're Hurt And Just Can't Answer Back, Then We Sing Or Maybe Even Hum The Blues.

You Have No Idea, Sir, How Difficult It Is To Be The Victim Of Benevolence.

Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

Research Is Formalized Curiosity. It Is Poking And Prying With A Purpose.