I don't understand why the press is so interested in speculating about my appearance, anyway. What does my face have to do with my music or my dancing?
I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass; I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling Lone and high, And the slow clouds go by. I will get me away to the waters that glass The clouds as they pass. I will get me away to the woods.
The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend As a man and a woman that plight Their troth in the warm spring night.
I don't want ever to be guilty of what my critics claim: doing formula without original elements.
Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.
Much of the work of midlife is to tell the difference between those who are dealing with their issues through you and those who are really dealing with you.
Artillery is the god of war.