He can who thinks he can.
There is such a thing as too much couth.
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.
I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.
The main obligation is to amuse yourself.
I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.
I don't think that there's much that sets me apart from other musicians, but I think there are definitely things that set me apart from other kinds of artists.
All we're trying to do is change how people think about fitness. And build Under Armour into the biggest brand in the entire land.
The name of this infinite and inexhaustible depth and ground of all being is God.
Friends come back from their worship with a new sense of ordination, but not the ordination of human hands. Something has happened in the stillness that makes the heart more tender, more sensitive, more shocked by evil, more dedicated to ideals of life, and more eager to push back the skirts of darkness and to widen the area of light and love.