It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

Music is the shorthand of emotion.

Those who speak do not know.Those who know do not speak.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.

I think that somehow$$$ we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.

When the rich wage war$$$ it's the poor who die.

Ah me$$$ but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you calld them sweet?

Even with all the documents$$$ you can never forge nature.