I trust that some may be as near and dear to Buddha, or Christ, or Swedenborg, who are without the pale of their churches.
The blues - the sound of a sinner on revival day.
Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed.
With a guitar I would be able to express the things I felt in sounds.
In the South of long ago whenever a new man appeared for work in any of the laborers gangs, he would be asked if he could sing. If he could he got the job. The singing of these working men set the rhythm for the work.
Life is like a trumpet - if you don't put anything into it, you don't get anything out of it.
Whenever I heard the song of a bird and the answering call of its mate, I could visualize the notes in scale, all built up within my consciousness as a natural symphony.
And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins
Years ago, it was easier to make new things than it is now. The weight of experience weighs heavily, and the expectations; everybody wants to see something they haven't seen before. Now, with social media, with too much information, with the speed of information - all that is making it harder and harder to realize the objective.
The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.
The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one's self to others.