Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

this is every musician's dream, to stand in front of an audience and not have to prove your credentials.

Certainly within any decadent period, you would probably find the purest expressions of conviction, and I do not see that in many of the people I know.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

It's coming to America first, The cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken And it's here the lonely say That the heart has got to open In a fundamental way: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on.

I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

As a young man, Yeats spoke to me in a way I could understand. Shakespeare I couldn't understand, but Yeats I could. It was his subject matter and also I really admired the way he put his personal life on the line.