I look upon the pleasure we take in a garden as one of the most innocent delights in human life.
The artistic process seems to be mythologized quite a lot into something far greater than it actually is. It is just hard labor.
If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!
I think there is a certain perversity in my music in that I continue, you know, to eat at the same ball of vomit year after year.
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built out of longing great wonders have been willed they're only little tears darling let them spill and lay your head upon my shoulder.
It's a wonderful life if you can find it.
I love America. I really do. It's by far the place I like visiting out of anywhere in the world. I get a palpable sense of excitement when the plane's landing. It's a cliché, but there's still an incredible energy about New York in particular.
If we stop and look over the past and then into the future, we can see that the possibilities are growing greater and greater every day; that we have scarcely begun to reach the proper results from the field we have before us.
Nothing alive can stand still, it goes forward or back. Life is interesting only as long as it is a process of growth; or, to put it another way, we can only grow as long as we are interested.
We all have within us the ability to move from struggle to grace.
Strange how much simple wisdom there is to be found in the deformed head and unprepossessing carcase of your typical London cabbie.