“It turns out that there is something more magnificent than nature. It’s love.”

There’s something in everyone only they know.

Folk is bare bones music.

The Blind Boys are truly the deepest well of American musical heritage you can discover.

I don’t know how to not become every person I walk by.

It will make a weak man mighty. it will make a mighty man fall. It will fill your heart and hands or leave you with nothing at all. It’s the eyes for the blind and legs for the lame. It is the love for hate and pride for shame. That’s the power of the gospel.

I’m really looking forward to, not more of the same, but a continual growth.

Forever always seems to be around when it begins, but forever never seems to be around when it ends

Now I love to feel that warm southern rain, Just to hear it fall is the sweetest sounding thing. And to see it fall on your simple country dress It’s like heaven to me I must confess.

Sometimes I feel I know strangers Better than I know my friends Why must a beginning Be the means to an end? The stones from my enemies These wounds will mend But I cannot survive The roses from my friends.

My head works in music, so there’s always music there.

You can’t just say ‘I love you,’ you have to live ‘I love you.’

I refuse to make uninspired music.

As a songwriter, I don’t rush. I may sit on lyrics for two years before the music hits.

We’re always moving forward in different places physically and psychologically.

I just want to keep doing what I feel.

The world awakens on the run And will soon be earning With hopes of better days to come It’s a morning yearning.

how absurd human beings are and how magnificent.

It is difficult to speak adequately or justly of London. It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or cheerful, or easy, or exempt from reproach. It is only magnificent.

I pray you, magnificent Sir, do not trouble yourself to return to us, but await our coming to you.

There’s something so magnificent about you. And as you love yourself, you’ll love others.

You are magnificent beyond measure, perfect in your imperfections, and wonderfully made.

She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.

As I stepped on the moon, I looked around, dazed magnificent. The vast, sandy silver surface was almost illusory.

Be grateful everyday for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.