Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.
When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself.
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
Good morning, Revolution: You’re the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on.
I’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes.
I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
When people care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.