She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet was the night Softer than satin was the light From the stars She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet were her eyes Warmer than May her tender sighs

...what argument is left with someone you love if she is willing to break your heart?

You know that song, 'Woodstock.' It says 'We are stardust.' And we are. We come from stardust. Everything on earth is just ashes.

We did not get any money from the early records. It was all taken by crooked managers. It is just a gangster's paradise.

Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Solomon warned us not to rush into God’s presence with words. That’s what fools do. And often, that’s what we do.

If the people should elect, they will never fail to prefer some man of distinguished character, or services; some man, if he might so speak of continental reputation.

Repeated similar experiments with adjacent colors will show that any ground subtracts its own hue from colors which it carries and therefore influences.

Stories never really end. They can go on and on and on. It's just that sometimes, at a certain point, one stops telling them.

My style is mainly about comfort. It has to be comfortable, it has to lay right on me, know what I mean?

Attentiveness is the heart of prayer.