You have no idea how big the other fellow's troubles are.
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
The mighty hopes that make us men.
The last thing you want to do is write songs about being in a band.
Fifty-eight percent of African- American youth don't have jobs.
There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.
But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.