“Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand.”

Sometimes, I feel I am really blessed to be blind because I probably would not last a minute if I were able to see things.

As a matter of fact, wherever I find that law exists, I will not perform in that state or in that part of the world.

You can’t hear me? Read my lips!

Music at its essence is what gives us memories.

I’ve had some incredibly triumphal things happen in my life.

When you believe in things that you don’t understand, then you suffer.

Change your words into truths and then change that truth into LOVE.

First of all, I’m no better than the next person.

Now some folks say that we should be glad for what we have. Tell me, would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land?

Law and order comes from having respect for one another.

It could have been worse. I could have been born black.

We all have ability. The difference is how we use it.

I think honestly, some people who think they’re gay, they’re confused.

I’m believing that miracles and blessings still exist.

Every day I searched for the star That never was in the sky Now I see that star is on the earth.

It’s up to to you to perfect that gift that you’ve been given. Put your spirit into that song. Focus on the words that you are singing. Get into the experience that you are singing about and sing your heart out.

Every country can be defined through their food, their music and their language. That’s the soul of a country.

Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.

We communicate all the time, even when we don’t realize it. Be aware of body language.

Prayer begins by talking to God, but it ends by listening to Him. In the face of Absolute Truth, silence is the soul’s language.

Your goals have a love language – and its rest.

Quiet talk is the language of love. It is the language of peace. It is the language of God.

I am a writer, I deal in words. There is no word that should stay in word jail, every word is completely free. There is no word that is worse than another word. It’s all language, it’s all communication.

Only the foolish, blinded by language’s conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it’s melancholy rim, green in it’s envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it’s greatest rages, black.