Emotions and Feelings

When we sing the blues, we’re singing out our hearts, we’re singing out our feelings. Maybe we’re hurt and just can’t answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues.

When we sing the blues, we’re singing out our hearts, we’re singing out our feelings. Maybe we’re hurt and just can’t answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues.

As a form, the blues is an autobiographical chronicle of personal catastrophe expressed lyrically.

They’ve laughed to shield their crying then shuffled through the dreams and stepped ’n fetched a country to write the blues with screams.

They’ve laughed to shield their crying then shuffled through the dreams and stepped ’n fetched a country to write the blues with screams.

One person with a belief is a social power equal to ninety-nine who have only interests.

Beauty is only a promise of happiness.

Beauty can pierce one like a pain.

Bait, n . A preparation that renders the hook more palatable. The best kind is beauty.

There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles, from the desperate to the sheepish.

Zeal is a volcano, on the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.

The deepest definition of Youth is Life as yet untouched by tragedy.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theater before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theater before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

The two things that nearly all of us have thoroughly and really been through are childhood and youth. And though we would not have them back again on any account, we feel that they are both beautiful, because we have drunk them dry.

Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave.

whose wick is in permanent danger of explosion, whose blinking illumination in the coal dust exhausts and corrodes your eyes.

There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.

I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals . . . he seeks to establish a relationship.

The passions that motivate you may change, but it is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

Apt words have pow’r to swage The tumors of a troubled mind, And are as balm to fester’d wounds.