The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
The past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities.
I don’t think of myself as a classical artist or a pop artist. I just think of myself as an artist who sings.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
I dream that my son will grow up to be a good person, a free person. I dream that someday you will return to revisit the land of our childhood. I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets again...and kites will fly in the skies!
"To create is to breathe life into the inanimate, to give voice to the voiceless."
The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.