Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.

I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over.

There&#39;s nothing more exciting to me than using real instruments in the studio.

You cannot overestimate the unimportance of practically everything.

Written By John C. Maxwell

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