And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot.

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.