I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it.
No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.
Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
As I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I won't let my spirit be destroyed.
I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.
It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.
When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.
IMMORAL, adj. Inexpedient. Whatever in the long run and with regard to the greater number of instances men find to be generally inexpedient comes to be considered wrong, wicked, immoral.
There's opportunity upon opportunity to be grateful; that's what life is.
That's insanity. We must be good all the time.
There are three words that convey the secret of the art of living, the secret of all success and happiness. One With Life.