To be always intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it - this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed.

Of all the vices drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!

We met each other in junior high back in the '60s. Motown was in its heyday then. So we were no different than most groups in that we wanted to be like the Miracles, the Four Tops and the Temptations. But my brother Scotty and I had grown up listening to groups like the Four Freshmen. Our father was a big jazz enthusiast, too. So what you hear today is an amalgamation of all that.

Cats are mysterious kind of folk - there is more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

We're in a catch-22.

'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poorest man's heart thru half the year.

The will to do, the soul to dare.

Too much rest is rust.

And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.

Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.

Heap on more wood - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim. One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!

And ne'er did a Grecian chisel traceA nymph, a naiad, or a grace, Of finer form or lovelier face.

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant; And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!

Death - the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

We're going to come back the exact same way we left off -- as The Whispers. We do R&B music -- lyric-conscious music that speaks to the adults. That's what The Whispers are all about.

A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity.

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True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.

To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.