My mother's suffering grew into a symbol in my mind, gathering to itself all the poverty, the ignorance, the helplessness; the painful, baffling, hunger-ridden days and hours; the restless moving, the futile seeking, the…

I like that song. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. That'…

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your h…

Boys, you can break You'll find out how much they can take nd Boys will be strong And boys soldier on But boys would be gone without warmth from A woman's good, good heart.. Vintage cut of the day 1997: …

Agony and ecstasy. That's what life is. It's agony. Sometimes it's ecstasy. And sometimes, it's even both.