Life without a purpose is a languid, drifting thing; every day we ought to review our purpose, saying to ourselves, 'This day let me make a sound beginning
To me style is just the outside of content, and content the inside of style, like the outside and the inside of the human body -- both go together, they can't be separated.
Remember/
When you were small/
How people seemed so tall/
Always had their way/
Remember your ma and pa/
Just wishing for movie stardom/
Always , Always playing a part/
If you ever feel sad/
And the whole world is driving you mad/
Remember, Remember Today
Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.