“Time is long but life is short.”

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.

My thing was always trying to do as much as I possibly could do. I wanted to do all the things the other kids did in the neighborhood.

There’s a Place in the Sun, where there’s hope for everyone.

My mother would cry about my blindness and the hopelessness of my ever seeing, but I told her I wasn’t sad. I believed God had something for me to do.

Don’t need cars cause we’ve learned to fly on Saturn.

The way the world is right now, we need more love.

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

You know, I have seven children, so I guess I know some things about life.

There are people who have let the problems of today lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way.

Hate knows that love is the cure.

Music can measure how broad our horizons are. My mind wants to see to infinity.

A frowning face can’t bring out the beauty that you are.

What I’m not confused about is the world needing much more love, no hate, no prejudice, no bigotry and more unity, peace and understanding. Period.

Oh, thank you love With all my heart and soul I thank you love Each day that comes and goes I thank you love I thank you ’cause you gave me true love

Then sing as Martin Luther sang, As Doctor Martin Luther sang, “Who loves not wine, woman and song, He is a fool his whole life long.”

There are no bystanders in this life.

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

There is no greater mistake in life than seeing things or hearing them at the wrong time.

I’m not the one to recycle, and you’re not the one I wish to see in this life or next.

It is a miserable thing to live in suspense; it is the life of the spider.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.

A pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice to subdue a man; to enslave him, and enflame him; to make him even forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to him; and he so prizes them that he would give all his life to possess ’em.