Exaggeration misleads the credulous and offends the perceptive.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!

I prize the soul that slumbers in a quiet eye.

Who would not rather trust and be deceived?

On what strange stuff Ambition feeds!

Though language forms the preacher 'Tis "good works" make the man.

Oh! Much may be done by defying The ghosts of Despair and Dismay And much may be gained by relying On "Where there's a Will There's a Way."

The span of life is waning fast Beware unthinking youth beware! Thy soul's eternity depends Upon the record moments bear!

There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.

As I have said, you have no reason to trust me, and an excellent reason not to.

If we are of one mind, thousands can be conquered.If we are of one heart, millions can be conquered.If we are of one soul, countless can be conquered.

He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

The big compliment came from the beer drinkers who didn't know me. They wouldn't drink or move when I sang. If they had their glasses in mid-air, the glasses wouldn't come down.

You've got to keep the child alive; you can't create without it.

Of course the UN brings in a lot of moral authority.

Along with being forever on the move, one is forever in a hurry, leaving things inadvertently behind-friend or fishing tackle, old raincoat or old allegiance.

I'm 74 years old and even though I may be a bit of a rascal, 33 girls in two months seems to me too much even for a 30-year-old.

Every time I rise up, I have confidence that I'm going to make it.

I like to turn things upside down, to watch pictures and situations from another perspective.