Life cannot find reasons to sustain it, cannot be a source of decent natural regard, unless each of us resolves to breathe such qualities into it.

When you think to take determination of your fate into your own hands, that is the moment you can be crushed. Be cautious.

Religion must remain an outlet for people who say to themselves, "I am not the kind of person I want to be." It must never sink into an assemblage of the self-satisfied.

Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

Who are the rabble and who are the ruled?

People don't vote. Instinct tells them it's useless.