No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

When we sing the blues, we're singin' out our hearts, we're singing out our feelings. Maybe we're hurt and just can't answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues.

Once you wake up thought in a man, you can never put it to sleep again.

If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

Affection makes your spirit slither out from its concealing spot.

Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey's back.