Let The Children's Laughter Remind Us How

I'd Rather Be Alone Than Unhappy

Judge Not For Your Flaws, But For Your Triumphs!

In Grammar School Some Of The Girls Had Problems With Me. My Face Was Too Light. My Hair Was Too Long. It Was The Black-consciousness Period, And I Felt Really Bad.

God Gave Me A Voice To Sing With, And When You Have That, What Other Gimmick Is There?

If You Say My Eyes Are Beautiful, It's Because They Are Looking At You.