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.
I don't make music for the charts; I make music for the heart.
You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.
The more we learn about the universe, the more we realize how much we have yet to discover.
The more we try to control the world, the more it slips through our fingers.