“Never a day passes but that I do myself the honor to commune with some of nature’s varied forms.”

God gave them [the discoveries] to me; how can I sell them to someone else?

There is no short cut to acheivement.

Do what you can, with what you have and do it now!

Our creator is the same and never changes despite the names given Him by people here and in all parts of the world. Even if we gave Him no name at all, He would still be there, within us, waiting to give us good on this earth.

Start where you are, with what you have. Make something of it and never be satisfied.

Let us rejoice at the many unexplored fields in which there is unlimited fame and fortune to the successful explorer.

Learn to do common things uncommonly well; we must always keep in mind that anything that helps fill the dinner pail is valuable.

I know that my Redeemer lives. Thank God I love humanity, complexion doesn’t interest me one single a bit.

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. You learn to talk to them.

When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before there were human beings on this earth. It will continue to exist for thousands, yes, millions of years to come.

No individual has any right to come into the world and go out of it without leaving behind him distinct and legitimate reasons for having passed through it.

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.

Education is understanding relationships.

Most people search high and wide for the key to success. If they only knew, the key to their dreams lies within.

Believe. The promise of God are real. They are as real, as solid, yes infinitely more solid than this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in. If you would only believe, O ye of little faith.

Learn to do the common things uncommonly well.

That’s the beauty of sampling: taking the old sound and recreating it and making something new, or bringing back the old sounds, mixed with some heavy grooves and beats, so people can remember. “Oh, I remember that, back in the day.”

Allah causes the night and the day to succeed each other. Truly, in these things is indeed a lesson for those who have insight.

Maybe one day there will finally be an education for electronic music.

Emily Dickinson provided four or more alternates for every word; Beethoven wrestled with endings to the point of exhaustion; in our day Jerome Robbins and his lack of decision are a byword in the dance profession.

Every day has been so short, every hour so fleeting, every minute so filled with the life I love that time for me has fled on too swift a wing.

Every day has its emotional difficulties. I miss my mother whether I’m singing her music or not.

I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.

Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks. Some doors are opened, some roads are blocked. Sundowns are golden, then fade away. And if I never do nothing, I’ll get you back someday.