Me, only have one ambition, y'know? I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together, black, white, Chinese, everyone, that's all.
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Me, only have one ambition, y'know? I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together, black, white, Chinese, everyone, that's all.
That was all a man needed: hope. It was a lack of hope that discouraged a man. I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax.
He was fresh and full of faith that "something would turn up."
I am prepared for the worst, but hope for the best.
There is another ground of hope that must not be omitted. Let men but think over their infinite expenditure of understanding, time, and means on matters and pursuits of far less use and value; whereof, if but a small part were directed to sound and solid studies, there is no difficulty that might not be overcome.
I make it a point not to buy certain magazines, not because I am against tabloids or things like that, but I want to fill my mind with valid issues in the world. I'd like there to be less refugees. I'd like all girls to go to school. That's what we need to be thinking about, and working on making our own families good and strong and our own kids happy. Not to cloud our minds with things that don't matter.
Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.
There's gonna be some stuff you gonna see that's gonna make it hard to smile in the future, but through whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit... remember that.
But has the last word been said? Must hope disappear? Is defeat final? No!
Though the road's been rocky, it sure feels good to me.