Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.

In pleasant peace and security How suddenly the soul in a man begins to die He shall look up above the stalled oxen Envying the cruel falcon, And dig under the straw for a stone To bruise himself on.

To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand yearsWill Hardly leach, ” he thought, “this dust of that fire.

Your power is in your thoughts not in your physical strength,

Children do not dwell on the ordinary harshness of life, even as they suffer through it.

Ne dites pas trop de mal de vous-meme: on vous croirait. - Don't talk too badly of yourself: they ight believe you.

Being without work [in the United States] is still far better for most people than being employed in Central America.

Soloist are inspiring in Opera and perhaps even in small entreprenurial ventures, but there is no place for them in large corporations.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

You don't really know a song until you play it live.

The law don't like jazz clubs. No one wants anything to do with that kind of trouble.

Lord Jesus, receive my spirit . . . I see the heavens open and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.