You may never understand How the stranger is inspired For he is not always evil, And he is not always wrong.

Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true. When will you realize... Vienna waits for you.

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.

I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.

I've come to realize that life is not a musical comedy, it's a Greek tragedy.

I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.

Only the good die young.

I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, but I can't walk away from you.

Some folks like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach Or to Hollywood But I'm talking a Greyhound On the Hudson River Line. I'm in a New York state of mind.

In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

I did write a letter to the archdiocese who'd banned the song, Only the Good Die Young, asking them to ban my next record.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

How can you know God if you don't seek out his voice, find it, and learn to follow the path he is leading you on?

Success is man's god.

Our passion for learning ... is our tool for survival.

Most people spend their lives on their endeavors, and I get the privilege to have been doing this since I was five. I get to go play and have fun and entertain people.

Everything has changed. The flying changed. The airports have changed.

We understood that politics is nothing but war without bloodshed and war is nothing but politics with bloodshed.

It is our human lot, it is heaven's will, that sorrow follow joy.

No man can be a Christian by knowingly and willfully taking Christ on the installment plan, as Savior now, and Lord later.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.