“Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?”

I’m hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.

There are still times I feel unhappy and I must smile, and there are times I want to cry and I must laugh people rarely see the real Marvin Gaye.

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.

Give out some love and you’ll find peace sublime.

Music, not sex, got me aroused.

For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.

Detroit turned out to be heaven, but it also turned out to be hell.

I’ve never had any problems with women. Having been one of the world’s greatest womanizers they’ve probably had more problems with me.

If you escape from people too often,, you wind up escaping from yourself.

I wish that being famous helped prevent me from being constipated.

I am not a star. At least, I don’t consider myself a star.

Ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough, to keep me from getting to you.

War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate.

And givin’ yourself to me can never be wrong.

An artist, if he is truly an artist, is only interested in one thing and that is to wake up the minds of men, to have mankind and womankind realize that there is something greater than what we see on the surface.

Marriage is miserable unless you find the right person that is your soulmate and that takes a lot of looking.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

But there remains the question: what righteousness really is. The method and secret and sweet reasonableness of Jesus.

And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.

Profit is sweet, even if it comes from deception.

O tender yearning, sweet hoping! The golden time of first love! The eye sees the open heaven, The heart is intoxicated with bliss; O that the beautiful time of young love Could remain green forever.