Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

I love the pleasure of reading poetry.

Goldwater's approach to any political problem invariably derived from the evidence of his own eyes.

To conquer nature is, in effect, to remove all natural barriers and human norms and to substitute artificial, fabricated equivalents for natural processes.

Our disappointment sits between us.

Math is the only place where truth and beauty mean the same thing.

We must do extraordinary things. We have to. It would be absurd not to.

To him that will, waies are not wanting.

I write songs because I have to write them, and if I didn't I'd be doing some other kind of music that didn't require a song.

The way that you remember your life, it's never linear. You have flashes of different moments of your life, and the flashes aren't equal; they have different styles.

Fear is something I try not to absorb.