I do kind of transcend the song and give it a different meaning.
My boy, you must find a kingdom big enough for your ambitions. Macedon is too small for you.
There is no wall that is high enough to stop a horse with a cart filled with gold.
My son ask for thyself another Kingdom, for that which I leave is too small for thee
Oh, how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living!
Perish any man who suspects that these men either did or suffered anything unseemly.
They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.
My parents were Hungarian immigrants; my father was a tailor and we lived in the back of a tailor store. And that was my first inkling of what it was like to be raised in America. It had a profound effect on me - I saw different people coming in all the time with different attitudes and I liked it. And as I grew older, I found that I was able to use something inside of me to get some sympathy if I wanted it. I used to shine shoes, and I would use a waif-like look. I'd get a dime and I'd be as happy as could be.
HOMILETICS, n. The science of adapting sermons to the spiritual needs, capacities and conditions of the congregation.
Where is the raised voice of black America? Why are we mute?