If you don't have music, you have silence. There is power in both.
You may not know it, but at the far end of despair, there is a white clearing where one is almost happy.
Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow. You special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It's up to you.
I have heard more than once, 'Shut up and sing!' and I get it now.
I was trying to disturb the war.
The point on nonviolence is to build a floor, a strong new floor, beneath which we can no longer sink.