We cannot all be masters.
Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.
The Voice There is a voice inside of you That whispers all day long, "I feel this is right for me, I know that this is wrong. " No teacher, preacher, parent, friend Or wise man can decide What's right for you--just listen to The voice that speaks inside.
There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.
Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.
Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me. . . Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
For years I kept a sign on my desk that helped me maintain the right perspective concerning yesterday. It simply said, 'yesterday ended last night. ' It reminded me that no matter how badly I might have failed in the past, it's done, and today is a new day.
Some people prefer the passenger role, because it imposes no real pressure to decide or stand accountable for their life results.
War is a profane thing.
My parents didn't have the opportunities that my wife and I have now, from a quality of life standpoint.