“Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.”

So, fall asleep love, loved by me for I know love, I am loved by thee.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

What a thing friendship is – World without end.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain.

Most progress is most failure.

Such ever was love’s way: to rise, it stoops.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

Who knows most, doubts most.

Truth is within ourselves.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

I know I’m not the kind of person who’s gonna wind up a walking jukebox, like many rock ‘n’ roll artists. They just play their hits and that’s it. That doesn’t appeal to me.

Nirvana was huge, but it didn’t appeal to everyone.

The blues appealed to me, but so did rock. The early rockabilly guitarists like Cliff Gallup and Scotty Moore were just as important to me as the blues guitarists.

I don’t really care what type of beat it is. As long as it appeals to my ear, I’m gonna do a song to it.

I only write music for myself, I don’t try and appeal to anyone else.

Once you savor God’s goodness, sin holds no lasting appeal.

I’m so lucky to be in a position to help people, and that’s appealing to me.

You’re not going to be persistent and tenacious enough if you don’t love what you’re doing. If it’s not something that excites you, that appeals to you deep down inside.