If it weren't for the Beatles, I would not be a musician.
Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!. . . Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.
Wine turns the wise man into a fool and the fool into a wise man.
Take a chance. Take a risk. Find that passion and rekindle it. Fall in love all over again. It`s really worth it.
We have to go along a road covered with blood. We have no other alternative. For us it is a matter of life or death, a matter of living or existing. We have to be ready to face the challenges that await us.