I string sounds together. But to string them I have to remember a bunch of old ones I heard somewhere and then juggle them into a new rhythm and shape.

A secretary is not a thing Wound by key, pulled by string. Her pad is to write in, And not spend the night in, If that's what you plan to enjoy.

I hear music Mighty fine music, The murmur of a morning breeze up there The rattle of the milkman on the stair Sure that's music.

When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.

Somebody, somewhere Wants me and needs me And that's very wonderful to know.

Luck, be a lady tonight.

How beautiful the days, They come and go.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

But more I cannot wish you Than to wish you find your love Your own true love this day.

A secretary is not a toy.

Brother, do you know a nicer occupation, Matter of fact, neither do I, Than standing on the corner Watching all the girls go by?

Truth persuades by teaching, but does not teach by persuading.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

Quiet the mind’s constant chatter of uncontrolled thoughts.

Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.

Remove grace, and you have nothing whereby to be saved. Remove free will and you have nothing that could be saved.

If the price of peace were a lowering of your consciousness, and the price of stillness a lack of vitality and alertness, then they would not be worth having.

Comics are words and pictures. You can do anything with words and pictures.

I try to use whatever I know about photography to be of service to the people I'm photographing.

Raw emotions - anger, frustration, bitterness, resentment - are the feelings we tend to hide from people we want to impress but spew on those we love the most.

Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.