Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

Love like you'll never be hurt.

Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.

Human potential, though not always apparent, is there waiting to be discovered and invited forth.

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt

A poignant paradox is that sometimes the very desire to be a good mother or father will lead the parent to mistake duty for love.

No act of kindness is wasted.

Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.

April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.

And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!

Some days after, the girl encountered her again, in a dream, as she was years ago: a very slender young woman in a long white skirt, her amber hair to her waist, her eyes coal black with ardor.

As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree, ' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.

It's sad. That's a living creature. We don't have the right to take their life away for fashion.

Five friends I had and two of them snakes.

It is hard to tell which is worse; the wide diffusion of things that are not true, or the suppression of things that are true.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

Our national myths often exaggerate the role of the individual heroes and understate the importance of collective effort.

Sometimes a song can take up to a year to write, and because I waited that year and waited to work on it that day, it came up that extra 50 percent.

Today's workplace has become heartless and soulless. Employees are seen as units of labour, automatons, functionaries, objects for achieving designated tasks, and as costs to be minimised.

If you've got a billion dollars and you're ungrateful, you're a poor man. If you have very little but you're grateful for what you have, you're truly rich.