“Change your words into truths and then change that truth into LOVE.”

There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.

Isn’t she lovely made from love?

Minds ripen at very different ages.

Even though we sometimes would not get a thing, we were happy with the joy the day would bring.

All I ever wanted to do was music, and all I’ve ever asked, as I’ve gotten to know and discover the world more, is that God would use me in any way to encourage and inspire love and inspire people to bring and give love to each other.

Sometimes, I feel I am really blessed to be blind because I probably would not last a minute if I were able to see things.

As a matter of fact, wherever I find that law exists, I will not perform in that state or in that part of the world.

You can’t hear me? Read my lips!

Music at its essence is what gives us memories.

I’ve had some incredibly triumphal things happen in my life.

When you believe in things that you don’t understand, then you suffer.

First of all, I’m no better than the next person.

Now some folks say that we should be glad for what we have. Tell me, would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land?

Law and order comes from having respect for one another.

It could have been worse. I could have been born black.

Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand.

I understand that change is frightening for people, especially if there’s nothing to go to. It’s best to stay where you are. I understand that.

Those who fight the hardest for change are the ones who most believe its possible.

In the 1960s, The National Education Association changed its character. The NEA changed into a union. And from that point on you can see deterioration in the quality of schooling in the United States.

Always the edge of the sea remains an elusive and indefinable boundary. The shore has a dual nature, changing with the swing of the tides, belonging now to the land, now to the sea.

“I wish things we different” he said. “we are the ones that make the difference” she said.

It is the music which makes it what it is; it is the music which changes the place from the rear room of a saloon in back of the yards to a fairy place, a wonderland, a little comer of the high mansions of the sky.

“You’re growing in so many ways you don’t even realize yet” said the soul.

If a gem falls into mud it is still valuable. If dust ascends to heaven, it remains valueless.