Time the devourer of everything.

Sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, and love belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.

A person remains immature, whatever his age, as long as he thinks of himself as an exception to the human race.

The average citizen expresses pride in the American Bill of Rights and then seeks to protect his real estate by restrictive covenants.

If minds are truly alive they will seek out books, for books are the human race recounting its memorable experiences, confronting its problems, searching for solutions, drawing the blueprints of it futures.

Newspapers have developed what might be called a vested interest in catastrophe. If they can spot a fight, they play up that fight. If they can uncover a tragedy, they will headline that tragedy.

The immature mind hops from one thing to another; the mature mind seeks to follow through.