My priciple is, the artist shall put forth, humbly & lovingly, without bitterness, the very best & highest that is within him,utterly regardless of contemporary criticism.

Virtues are acquired through endeavor, which rests wholly upon yourself.

Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free, Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea.

Music is love in search of a word.

And yet shall Love himself be heard,Though long deferred, though long deferred:O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:Music is Love in search of a word.

When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their hands on my head, and say softly, "My child."

Music is love searching for a word.

I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies, In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies.

Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me.

Let my name perish, -- the poetry is good poetry and the music is good music, and beauty dieth not, and the heart that needs it will find it.

Verse is a set of specially related sounds, repeated aloud.

To make people feel special you don't have to pay money but rather pay attention.

Those who are too arrogant to say thank you find boredom in life. They are often depressed, unhappy and lived an empty life.

You can find women who have never had an affair, but it is hard to find a woman who has had just one.

Twitter and Facebook are such amazing networks for me to introduce myself to the world and for fans around the world to introduce themselves to me.

It is hard to sell Congress and the American people on foreign aid. Is it harder to do that than it is to sell billionaires on the idea that they should give all their money away.

Do not reject anything because it is new or strange, and do not sneer nor jeer at what comes from the Lord, for if we do, we endanger our salvation.

The Middle East is totally destabilized. A total and complete mess.

Whoever, with an earnest soul, Strives for some end from this low world afar, Still upward travels though he miss the goal, And strays--but towards a star.

Come on, Chris. It'll be just you, me, and the great, wide open over here.

Was it so much to ask just to be left alone?