After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. Its in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin at it. – Carl Perkins
A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold. – Aristotle
