All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

Life is apogee, apex, decline; life is death - and everything else is open to discussion.

When you see a 14-year-old boy who has never known what peace looks like for a day in his life, there's part of you as a human being that feels some degree, you can say, compassion for the fact that these boys have known war, famine, violence and death from the day they were born.

Shaming is powerful and useful. I'm living in New York, and my instinct is that, after the Black Lives Matter protests, which were organized on social media, the chance of there being another Eric Garner, choked to death in New York by an NYPD officer, has diminished.

The frail, vulnerable sounds of which we are capable seem to be essential to a later ability to roar like a lion without scaring everyone to death.