Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.

Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

In every political community there are varying shades of political opinion. One of the shadiest of these is the liberals. An outspoken group on many subjects. Ten degrees to the left of center in good times. Ten degrees to the right of center if it affects them personally. Here, then, is a lesson in safe logic.

There is an urgent need for Americans to look deeply into themselves and their actions, and musical poetry is perhaps the most effective mirror available. Every newspaper headline is a potential song.

God isn't dead - he's just missing in action.