The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine everything could be worse but isn't and so we are justified in being grateful - and shadows everything could be better but isn't and so it is easy to be bitter 'unless you decide to look on the bright side will fall behind you.

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.