Emotions and Feelings

Anger and intolerance are the enemies of correct understanding.

A man of character will make himself worthy of any position he is given.

All compromise is based on give and take, but there can be no give and take on fundamentals. Any compromise on mere fundamentals is a surrender; for it is all give and no take.

Adaptability is not imitation. It means power of resistance and assimilation.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

Sing, sing! What shall I sing? The cat’s run away with the pudding-bag string.

Fe fi fo fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman; Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.

One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man Clothed all in leather; He began to compliment, And I began to grin— “How do you do?” and “How do you do?” And “How do you do?” again!

One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man Clothed all in leather; He began to compliment, And I began to grin— “How do you do?” and “How do you do?” And “How do you do?” again!

Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town; Some in rags, some in tags, And some in velvet gowns.

High diddle diddle The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such craft And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home, Your house is on fire, and your children will burn.

It’s like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It’s like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It’s like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.

A hungry mob is an angry mob.

Slave driver, the table is turn. Catch a fire so you can get burn.

Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz, My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.

One good thing about music When it hits you You feel no pain.

Down on me, down on me, Looks like everybody in this whole round world Is down on me.

There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke

I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released.

And here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice.

You got a lot of nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning.

How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.