The American attitude towards efficiency and execution should always underlie architecture.
As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
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.
There's a lot of injustice in the world and it's what I sing about in my music and what I try to confront in my life as an activist.
I knew from a young age that I wanted to perform. I went to an arts camp called Brookdale Arts Camp, in New Jersey, from the time I was 6, and then I was a counselor there through high school.
People are either charming or tedious.
His friends said, "Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?" and Bull said, "I like it because it's ugly. " All his life was in that line.