The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.
You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to god your tears are shed, You who Weap!
Often we pass beside happiness without seeing it, without looking at it, or even if we have seen and looked at it, without recognizing it.
Be kind, aim for my heart.
If you wish to discover the guilty person, first find out to whom the crime might be useful.
Life is a storm. One minute you will bathe under the sun and the next you will be shattered upon the rocks. That's when you shout, "Do your worst, for I will do mine!" and you will be remembered forever.
I hate this life of the fashionable world, always ordered, measured, ruled, like our music-paper. What I have always wished for, desired, and coveted, is the life of an artist, free and independent, relying only on my own resources, and accountable only to myself.
Where I live in Manhattan and where I work at ABC, people say 'conservative' the way people say 'child molester. '
Our method of proclaiming salvation is this: to point out to every heart the loving Lamb, who died for us, and although He was the Son of God, offered Himself for our sins. . . by the preaching of His blood, and of His love unto death, even the death of the cross.
The universe is the way it is, whether we like it or not.
I get more excited about like, "How nice is the piano?" or "How does the room sound?" I don't really see the gear so much anymore.