It is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

Never look back unless you are planning to go that way.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.

It's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined...

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else's idea of yourself should be.

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.

The greatest tragedy in life is to spend your whole life fishing only to discover it was never fish that you were after.

The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.

Do not empower your negative thoughts by giving them “legs” so they can run around your mind, creating worries, frustrations, and anxiety in your life.

Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.

If anybody was Mr. Jazz it was Louis Armstrong. He was the epitome of jazz and always will be. He is what I call an American standard, an American original.

With each draft, the work gets better, and usually that means tighter. It means getting the precise word, not the approximate word.

Well, a nuclear-free zone in the Middle East would be a wonderful thing.

It's taken us a short time to change the nature of nature. In my lifetime, more change than during all preceding human history put together.

I get so excited when a song I wrote that's very personal to me goes No. 1 and I look down and see people singing the words back to me.

One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are schooled but few are educated.

Many times man lives and dies Betweeen his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it all. Whether man die in his bed Or the rifle knocks him dead