Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

When you've found another soul who see's in to your own...take good care of each other..and remember to be kind.

Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.

Like, What is the least often heard sentence in the English language? That would be: Say, isn't that the banjo player's Porsche parked outside?

Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand. Just find a place to make your stand, and take it easy.

Don't confront me with my failures, I had not forgotten them.

You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

I want to find myself a girl who can show me what laughter means, and we'll fill in the missing numbers in each others paint-by-numbers dreams.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.

I will not serve God like a labourer, in expectation of my wages.

Little do we find any Phoenician architecture or plastic art at all comparable even to those of Italy, to say nothing of the lands where art was native.

A teacher is never a giver of truth; he is a guide, a pointer to the truth that each student must find for himself.

I understand the NBA and the role I play on my team. I know that I have to play a leadership role and do whatever I have to do to win.

All the major networks declared Barack Obama the winner at 11 last night, except for MSNBC, which declared Obama the winner six months ago.

Many times, we miss out on God's best because we give up too soon. We don't realize how close we are to victory.

Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the bitter frost; a sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter.

I think it's okay to ask questions. I don't think everything is answerable though.

Oh Man, Man. How despicable in slavery, how great when fired with the love of freedom!