“Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.”

Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.

A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.

He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.

I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.

Truth is like the stars; it does not appear except from behind obscurity of the night.

The nearest to my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man who does not know how to beg.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.

A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open and secret, which we can understand only by love, and touch only by virtue.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.

Poetry has never been the language of barriers, it’s always been the language of bridges.

It’s the true meaning of music being a universal language, constantly fighting and going through different boundaries in order for new people to hear the music and be like, “Oh, sh*t! I mess with this Pitbull kid.”

There was a language specific to all things. The ability to learn another language in one arena, whether it was music, medicine, or finance, could be used to accelerate learning and other arenas, too.

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.

I type a 101 words a minute. But it’s in my own language.

You possess all the attributes of a demagogue; a screeching, horrible voice, a perverse, crossgrained nature and the language of the market-place. In you all is united which is needful for governing.

High thoughts must have high language.

When the American Spirit was in its youth, the language of America was different; Liberty, sir, was then the primary object.