“I want to stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you.”

Anger destroys your soul.

If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else.

Who are they to judge us, simply because our hair is long?

I don’t make records for pleasure. I did when I was a younger artist, but I don’t today. I record so that I can feed people what they need, what they feel. Hopefully, I record so that I can help someone overcome a bad time.

Negotiating means getting the best of your opponent.

Crime is increasing, trigger happy policing. Panic is spreading, God knows where we’re heading.

Sexual healing is good for me.

Art is a way of possessing destiny.

Natural fact is, I can’t pay my taxes. Make me wanna holler and throw up on my hands.

Don’t play with something you should cherish for life.

What about this overcrowded land/How much more abuse from man can she stand?

Mercy, mercy me, things ain’t what they used to be.

Love your mother, she bore you. Love your father, he works for you.

To be an artist is a blessing and a privilege. Artists must never betray their true hearts. Artists must look beneath the surface and show that there is more to this world than what meets the eye.

When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow, little children today are really going to suffer tomorrow.

Most fear stems from sin; to limit one’s sins, one must assuredly limit one’s fear, thereby bringing more peace to one’s spirit.

You cannot know, should I discribe to you; the feelings of a parent . Four years have already past away since you left your native land, and this rural Cottage

When people live in accordance with Nature, the song of life becomes sweet.

There is a difference between having a rational judgment that honey is sweet, and having a sense of its sweetness.

The fly that touches honey cannot use it’s wings; so too the soul that clings to spiritual sweetness ruins it’s freedom and hinders contemplation.

It is sweet to surve one country by deeds, and it is not absurd to surve her by words.

Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.

Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.

That’s really sweet.” He grinned and reached for a plate. “Then I believe my mission is accomplished.” Laughing softly so I didn’t wake up Cage, I walked over and took the plate he was offering to me.