One of the sweetest things in life: a letter from a friend.
Gonna wind it up on my guitar. Gonna make that silver sing.
Music is probably the only real magic I have encountered in my life. There's not some trick involved with it. It's pure and it's real. It moves, it heals, it communicates and does all these incredible things.
You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free
Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.
Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.
To be free. Such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world.
Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us.
Universe, vast universe, my heart is vaster.
A holy life is not an ascetic, or gloomy or solitary life, but a life regulated by divine truth and faithful in Christian duty. It is living above the world while we are still in it.