Music, of all the arts, stands in a special region, unlit by any star but its own, and utterly without meaning ... except its own.

Even on a cloudy day you can find light in solitude

A seed, in order to grow, must first be planted under the best conditions. Be that space or time. I think, therefore, that you have yet to find your perfect conditions.

It is often so: the harder it is to hear, the more a truth is worth saying.

He who masters the grey everyday is a hero.

The American has dwindled into an Odd Fellow,-one who may be known by the development of his organ of gregariousness.

Luck's just another word for destiny... either you make your own or you're screwed.

I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast, But I'm intercontinental when I eat French toast.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it.