I want more than what I want. (Vina Apsara)
Ignorance and credulous hope make the market for most proprietary remedies.
With a few honorable exceptions the press of the United States is at the beck and call of the patent medicines. Not only do the newspapers modify news possibly affecting these interests, but they sometimes become their agents.
We are living at a time when creeds and ideologies vary and clash. But the gospel of human sympathy is universal and eternal.
The ordinary run of advertising is nothing more than an effort to sell something by yelling in print.
Any physician who advertises a positive cure for any disease, who issues nostrum testimonials, who sells his services to a secret remedy, or who diagnoses and treats by mail patients he has never seen, is a quack.
Anything is easy to the man who sees. . . . The open eye of the open mind--that has more to do with real detective work than all the deduction and induction and analysis ever devised.
Leaving the people and places you love, is a reminder of the impermanence of this life. And the permanence of the next.
Get an education because no one can take that away from you.
Socrates dies with honor, surrounded by his disciples listening to the most tender words -the easiest death that one could wish to die. Jesus dies in pain, dishonor, mockery, the object of universal cursing - the most horrible death that one could fear. At the receipt of the cup of poison, Socrates blesses him who could not give it to him without tears; Jesus, while suffering the sharpest pains, prays for His most bitter enemies. If Socrates lived and died like a philosopher, Jesus lived and died like a god.
I just think it's a blessing that I was able to have the gift of words and to be able to put them into music. I was given a great gift all the way around. I didn't ever have to really go out and look for songs, you know.