If You Can Make It There, You'll

I Said To Mr. Pavarotti Once ... A Marvelous Man And A Great Artist ... I Said To Him ... "maestro, I'm Having Trouble Closing Out A Note So That It's Almost As Thin As A Butter Knife ... Finish It Out Quietly Like That." I Said, "i Have Trouble Doing That. What Do You Think I Should Do?" He Said, "justa Close Up Your Mouth." That's All He Said, And I Fell On The Floor. I Thought He Was Gonna Give Me A Dissertation.

(while Accepting The Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award) I've Been Thinking About Why You Have To Get Famous To Get An Award For Helping Other People...if Your Name Is John Doe, And You Work Night And Day Doing Things For Your Helpless Neighbors, What You Get For Your Effort Is Tired. So, Mr. And Mrs. Doe, And All Of You Who Give Of Yourselves, To Those Who Carry Too Big A Burden To Make It On Their Own, I Want You To Reach Out And Take Your Share Of This...because If I Have Earned It, So Too Have You.

Rock 'n Roll Smells Phony And False. It Is Sung, Played And Written For The Most Part By Cretinous Goons And By Means Of Its Almost Imbecilic Reiteration And Sly, Lewd, In Plain Fact, Dirty Lyrics ... Manages To Be The Martial Music Of Every Side-burned Delinquent On The Face Of The Earth.

I Believe That God Knows What Each Of Us Wants And Needs. It's Not Necessary For Us To Make It To Church On Sunday To Reach Him. You Can Find Him Anyplace.

There Are Moments When It's Too Quiet. Particularly Late At Night Or Early In The Mornings. That's When You Know There's Something Lacking In Your Life. You Just Know.