Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
Don Williams, Jr
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
Don Williams, Jr
World unity is the wish of the hopeful, the goal of the idealist and the dream of the romantic. Yet it is folly to the realist and a lie to the innocent.
Don Williams, Jr
Despair is most often the offspring of ill-preparedness